Sorry for Your Loss, It's Me, I'm the Loss novel Chapter 569

But when Eden walked out of the police station, he was covered in a cold sweat, his face pale.

“Mr. Monroe.” His assistant hurried over, asking with concern, “Mr. Monroe, are you alright?”

“I'm fine,” Eden said, his face cold as he got into the car.

“Mr. Monroe, are we heading back to the office?” the driver asked, looking back at him.

Eden leaned his head against the back of the seat, his face drained of all color. He barely moved his lips as he said, “To Rose Manor.”

Rose Manor was where Vincent's cousin, Tim, lived.

The villa was so lavishly decorated it was as if money had been plastered on the walls.

Tim was sitting on a large leather sofa in the living room, sipping coffee, when he saw Eden storm in.

“Tim, was the kidnapping at the Riverbend property your doing?!” Eden grabbed Tim by the collar, yanking him right off the sofa.

Tim was caught off guard, and even the cup in his hand smashed to the floor.

“Mr. Monroe, no need to be so worked up. Here, have some coffee to cool down.” Tim patted the hand gripping his collar.

Eden let go, but his face was still contorted with rage. He raised a hand and pointed at Tim's nose, demanding, “That case—was it you or not?”

“If I said it wasn't, would you believe me?” Tim straightened the wrinkled collar of his shirt.

“You maniacs! Aren't you just smugglers? Why did you have to kill them!” Eden's face was ghastly. He had thought he was so clever, that he had everything under control, but reality was clearly far different from what he'd imagined.

He thought he was the one playing the game, but it turned out he was just a pawn being moved by someone else.

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