CHAPTER 390: 214 QUICK BATTLE, QUICK DECISION_2

"Lawyer Lee, I didn’t kill anyone." Charlotte Miller looked firmly at Axel Lee, collecting her chaotic emotions, and began to recount last night’s events to Lee bit by bit.

"Last night, I was walking out from the ruins in East Town, where construction hasn’t started yet. I wanted to get to the highway to find a car when suddenly someone covered me with what seemed like a towel or something. When I woke up, I was already there..." As Charlotte spoke, there was a trace of fear in her voice, but more than that, a sense of helplessness in facing such a situation.

Axel Lee looked at Charlotte, her hands placed on the table with shiny handcuffs clamped around her wrists, seeming as if her delicate wrists could hardly bear the weight of the shackles and were about to break.

"President Miller, try to recall, the details before and after the incident." Even though Axel Lee was a lawyer, seeing such a beautiful girl sitting across from him looking lost and desperate was somewhat unbearable.

It felt like the most beautiful and vibrant flower had been thrown into the darkest corner.

"Actually, there’s a way to solve this, someone can come out to testify for me, but I don’t know if he’ll come, and just before I fainted, I heard a woman say, ’Mom, hurry up.’ The voice was familiar to me, but I didn’t see her face." Charlotte lowered her voice, thinking that this was a bit like covering her ears while stealing a bell.

"President Miller, someone can testify for you, so why aren’t you quickly getting him to come over?" Axel Lee almost found it ludicrous, given the situation if there were a witness, why not quickly bring them in to testify?

This police interrogation room is not a five-star hotel, how comfortable could it be to stay here longer?

If the interrogation really begins, looking at Charlotte’s petite frame, how could she withstand it?

"It’s a bit troublesome, I don’t know if he will come to testify immediately." Charlotte lowered her head, feeling a mixture of emotions.

She was a girl; she couldn’t just tell Axel Lee that during the murder case, Atlas Hallow took her to that derelict warehouse and that Atlas

had forcibly taken advantage of her. How could she even say such a thing?

But she had to say it, fearing that not speaking up might cause her greater harm.

Faced with choosing between dignity and the freedom to walk out, she wisely chose the freedom to walk out.

"I may need a doctor for a physical examination, that might help with the case." Charlotte bit her lip and mustered all her courage to say it.

"Is it about the injury on your neck?" Before entering, he had checked with the police, Hailey Hill had some wounds on her body, but Charlotte only had a scratch on her neck.

However, the scratch had already been proven to be caused by Hailey, because her nails had remnants of Charlotte’s skin and blood.

"The forensic doctor can check for residual substances in my body. I’m not sure to what extent they can check, but it might prove that during Hailey Hill’s presumed time of death, I might have just been..." Charlotte’s face could no longer be raised, discussing such matters was immensely shameful, making her feel as though she was about to go insane.

Axel Lee, being who he was, pieced together everything Charlotte said and immediately understood what she meant.

At the time of the victim’s death, she was engaged in sexual activity with a man in a warehouse among the ruins?

"The time? When did it start and when did it end?" Axel Lee asked calmly; something that might seem like juicy gossip to others, but he, being a lawyer, found it unbecoming of his professionalism to be curious.

Because Axel Lee asked so solemnly and professionally, Charlotte’s embarrassment was somewhat alleviated.

"I was taken away by him around 5 am, and I didn’t leave until past 2 in the afternoon. I should have been knocked out and taken away just before 3 o’clock." Charlotte recalled, she had met Atlas outside the hotel at about 5 am, the sky hadn’t completely lightened yet.

"For those whole seven hours, were you both always in that warehouse?" He couldn’t let any detail slip through, though on the surface he appeared serious, inside he felt a slight shock.