C22 Acting?

"I know."

Josiah shook hands with the director to express his gratitude. He glanced at the suspect who had a dispute with Nathan and left the detention center.

The person who was bribed to call Olivia and lie wiped the sweat off his forehead. He was angry but did not dare to say anything.

Josiah returned home once again. He had been running all night. The horizon was faintly glowing.

He asked his assistant to postpone his work for the next few days or to push him away.

He lay on the bed and closed his eyes, but he could not fall asleep.

His cold eyes suddenly opened. Josiah jumped up, took the cleaning tools, and went to Olivia's room.

Cleaning the blood and finding a clock worker would scare people.

He pursed his thin lips and started to drag the floor.

Olivia sat at the side in a daze and watched blankly as Josiah wiped away the traces of her death over and over again.

Could it be that after wiping it clean, she would be able to leave?

She had broken away from the shackles of her physical body and witnessed that there really was a soul in the world. She did not need this kind of wonderful experience.

It was really uncomfortable to be confined in this house.

The pain could not be vented. It was much more difficult than when she was alive!

He really missed Nathan...

Josiah watched the blood on the mop and rag being washed away by the clear water. He looked at the floor, which was now showing its original color. His heart seemed to be empty. Something important had been wiped out along with it.

Josiah frowned and ignored this inexplicable feeling. He put the knife into the cabinet with the glass bottle and locked it again.

After doing all this, the sky lit up.

He pulled the curtains open. Olivia subconsciously narrowed her eyes and realized that she did not feel the light.

Her soul was a little thin under the sunlight. She closed her eyes and her soul dispersed just like that.

But after waiting for a while, she did not need to open her eyes to know that she was still where she was.

Because there was still Josiah's aura in the surroundings.

The phone rang, breaking the unbearable silence in the room.

"Josiah, do you need me to spend the night here?" Evelyn Madden's sweet voice was heard.

Olivia frowned. She did not know why her hearing was not sharp now. The voice in the phone seemed to have turned on a speaker.

No wonder Josiah cleaned the room early in the morning.

Ah, but she did not know if it would be less exciting to play with someone who was listening to the corner of the bed next door.

Olivia curled her lips in ridicule when she heard Josiah's indifferent "I don't need it in the future.

Evelyn Madden could live openly in the future. How could she "spend the night?

"Why?" Evelyn Madden's heart sank and she asked, "Why? "Olivia... how is it?"

"What do you want her to do?"

"What, what do I want her to do? "Didn't I always help you act against her? Why don't you need her anymore? Or do you want to act with another woman? Who is more cooperative than me? "Can they help you wholeheartedly like me?"

Olivia was stunned. Acting?

"She is dead. So, that's it." A cold light flashed across Josiah's eyes.

"How did you die?"

Evelyn Madden was shocked and almost laughed out loud. Olivia was dead? She actually died!

She only thought that Olivia would anger Josiah and their relationship would worsen...

Olivia this woman could really give her a surprise.

"Why is it like this... but it can also be said that one life will pay for one life. Josiah, Joshua has a spirit in heaven and can die in peace."

Olivia's eyelashes trembled, once again hating herself for being stupid and soft-hearted.

Why is it so cheap? Have you gotten used to being abused?

She could not cover her ears and could only bury her face in her arms like an ostrich, letting her regret burn and corrode her internal organs like sulfuric acid...