Chapter Seven

Real time

"Why am I being investigated for the murder of my fiance "? Brent asked with frustration in his voice.

Whitney cleared her throat and responded:

"Because each loved one is a natural suspect in murder crimes; in addition to that, you too had it rocky towards her last days, right?"

Brent relaxed on the couch and rested his head on it.

"Rocky isn't the word, we just had a few fights".

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"Mind telling me what about"? Whitney asked expectantly.

"Nothing I did like to talk about, Whitney. Am I still currently being investigated"?

Whitney smiled mischievously and then stretched out on the mattress.

"Not in the actual sense of investigation. I am just doing my job, the difference is you are in the comfort of my hotel room and you have the privilege of seeing me in my underclothing" Her eyes reflected her sarcastic expressions.

"Quit the games, Whitney ", Brent warned. "I am not that playful. I don't find you as attractive as you think yourself to be". His words were supposed to m