She Became Rich After Divorce

Chapter 570: Teagan is Dead

Despite the warm September temperatures in Akloit, Danielle still felt cold. At the moment, she was temporarily detained in a holding cell, a cold iron door separating her from the outside world.

The room was empty except for the four walls and dim light coming from the hallway, illuminating the corner where she sat.

Her Chanel mini dress had become completely dirty, her face was streaked with tears, and her hair was a mess. Her lifeless eyes stared at the wall in front of her.

Across from her was a middle-aged man in his forties or fifties, with a tough-looking face. She had no idea what crime he had committed to end up there, and he didn't seem to be worried about facing prison time, spending his days eating and sleeping.

He was so bored that he even started to pick at his scalp and pick his toes, then used his foot-digging fingers to pick his ears. He seemed like a vulgar and nasty old rogue.

As he boredly looked at Danielle's pretty little face, he raised his thick lips and whistled loudly. "Hey, beautiful, how old are you? You look like a student. Why are you here?"

Danielle shrank back in fear, knees tightly together, sitting on the ground, hands on knees, and her head buried in her kneecaps.

She ignored him.

However, the middle-aged man seemed to be in a good mood and continued to speak aimlessly. "You're likely not getting out of here anytime soon. You might as well tell me your name, and I'll tell you how to get comfortable here."

"Get lost!" Danielle roared at the man furiously, attracting the attention of the patrolling police officer. He knocked on the railing with his baton, reminding those inside to be quieter. "Lower your voices! This isn't a place to chat. If you keep causing trouble, we'll send you straight to the prison!"

This had happened several times this month. This man was a habitual offender, and each time he was detained, he acted as if he were returning home. It gave him a sense of superiority. "Come on, sir, I'm just chatting with the girl here."

"No chatting allowed. This isn't the same as outside. Behave yourself," the police officer warned, and then left, off-duty and headed home. Taking advantage of this shift change window, the middle-aged man called Alfredo stared fixatedly at Danielle.Content © NôvelDrama.Org.

"Little sister, I will take care of you. Wait and see, you'll be begging for me soon!"

Hearing this, Danielle trembled even more. She was as white as a sheet, thinking to herself, "Why isn't Teagan here yet?"

Little did she know, she might never see Teagan again. Because Teagan was dead!

At five in the morning, a sanitation worker preparing to clean a street near the garbage truck found a high-end black leather bag. Thinking it was a valuable treasure, her eyes lit up.

She quickly walked over and opened the bag to have a look. What she saw inside scared her so much that she fainted on the spot.

The golf bag didn't contain any treasures, but rather a person!

A dead person!

The sanitation worker immediately called 110 for help. The police arrived on the scene and collected evidence. The killer seemed to be a highly intelligent person who was skilled in crime, and no fingerprints or footprints were found on the bag.

Not only that, but all of the

surveillance footage in the area was also broken last night. According to the power company, some residents reported a power outage around 3 AM last night. They checked and found a fault in the circuit well at the intersection. It was a high voltage power of over a thousand.

The power company could only stop the power to the entire neighborhood. The power was off for nearly four hours, from more than three in the morning until about seven thirty in the morning before it was fixed.

There were no wounds on Teagan's body, nor any signs of struggle. As for whether he was poisoned or had any residual substances in his body, further investigation is needed.

In any case, as the CEO of the Parry Group, Akloit's outstanding youth representative, Teagan's death has caused many people to sigh. The negative news that followed caught the Parry Group off guard.

The heir was having fun outside, the Parry Group's stock plummeted, and the young lady of the Parry family was arrested for accidentally killing someone. The Parry family is finished!

Meanwhile, Teagan's ex-girlfriend Jane benefited from it; someone saw them in a coffee shop having a conflict. Gordon immediately took his men to the Foley mansion. The Foley family's old residence.

Old Mr. Foley's illness has improved

a lot now, and with exercise every morning, his color has become much healthier than before. At the moment, Emelia was accompanying him for a stroll in the garden, while Vincent was sitting in the living room playing chess with Corey

On the small square chessboard, black and white were in opposition, equally matched with neither side giving way Although the chessboard appeared peaceful, the situation was already in turmoil, and it was

possible for the white pieces to turn the tables at any moment. The black pieces were tightly surrounding the white pieces, ready to attack at any time.

The young man narrowed his eyes, holding a white piece between his two fingers, and smiled shallowly at the man in front of him. "Thank you, Uncle, for letting me win a game."

Corey laughed heartily, gathering up the pieces as he praised him. "I didn't expect you to be good at playing chess despite growing up overseas."

Vincent didn't become arrogant, instead humbly lowering his head, assisting with the tidying up of the game, and saying, "It's because Uncle was so gracious. I heard that my older brother is also good at chess; even Grandpa isn't his opponent."

When Kelvin was mentioned, Corey's expression was as indifferent as a cloud. "Kelvin is busy with work. He doesn't have time to play chess with me." Corey's tone was quite resentful.

As they were speaking, a tall and imposing figure strode over from outside, followed by an assistant carrying a briefcase. It was Kelvin. His eyes glanced over here before he wordlessly walked up the stairs. "Kelvin." Suddenly, Grandpa's voice came from behind, and Kelvin stopped in his tracks, turned around, and looked over. "Grandpa, is there something you need?"

Old Mr. Foley walked over with a worried expression, causing Kelvin to think something was wrong. "Grandpa, what's wrong?"

Old Mr. Foley then pulled out a black square silk box from his chest, immediately attracting everyone's attention.

What is this?