Chapter 247 Death Without Proof
If Edmond was such a person, Tristen could have completely sought Cicelyâs help, instead of hiding
from XZ for so many years.
Although she didnât know what had happened back then, if Edmond was really such a person, he
wouldnât have given up everything of the Lamont family so quickly.
When she posted this tweet, what she received was not belief, but endless abuse.
Seeing those vicious words, Claudiaâs nose stung sharply with acidity.
Edmond had died, his relatives had also left him, and apart from himself, no one spoke for him.
With his death, the truth was also buried.
The matter with Tristen had her heart pounding so much that she didnât even realize she had reached
the bus station.
Suddenly, a voice called out:
âYou were Claudia!â
A single stone stirred up a thousand waves, and suddenly everyone
was looking at her.
Claudia, the ex-wife of that murderer Edmond?
Everyone was holding their phones, Tristen was live streaming, and Vencumfield was a city where
online entertainment spread rapidly. Claudiaâs appearance quickly ignited the anger of the young
people present.
âYour ex-husband was like that and you still defended him, is human flesh bun really that delicious?â
âYou defended him so much, Edmond must have left you quite an inheritance, didnât he?â
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âThe person involved has already spilled the beans, and youâre still telling blatant lies. Has your
conscience been eaten by a dog?â
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These people gradually closed in, Claudia gritted her teeth, slowly backing away.
The crowd was growing increasingly furious. No one knew who started it, but when a wate
bottle was thrown, countless pieces of trash were also hurled at her.
At the critical moment, a hand grabbed her wrist, helping her avoid a water bottle.
âGet in the car.â
The manâs low voice suppressed his anger.
Claudiaâs mind went blank, she glanced at the man, gritted her teeth, and got into the nearby Rolls-
Royce with him.
In the driverâs seat, Magnus, wearing sunglasses and a mask, exuded a faint chill.
Claudia took a few deep breaths, adjusted her breathing, and whispered a word of thanks.
Magnus, with black gloves on, casually rested his hand on the steering wheel, his head slightly tilted,
âWhere would Ms. Friedan like to go?â
His voice was bland and low, with a hint of nasality, sounding loose and lazy.
Claudia looked at the person in the rearview mirror, who was also looking at her.
The thick sunglasses couldnât hide his captivating gaze.
A stone fell into the calm lake of her heart, gently bouncing, creating ripples that spread out, growing
larger and larger.
Her voice was slightly h oa rse: âPearl Street.â
Pearl Street was the busiest street in Vencumfield, boasting a history of hundreds of years and home to
various department stores.
Magnus didnât speak, his foot pressed on the accelerator, and the car slid out smoothly.
Outside the window, traffic flowed like a river. The setting sun, cut into pieces by the glass window, fell
into the car, casting a layer of afterglow on her quiet profile.
âMs. Friedan,â Magnusâs voice was devoid of any emotion, âdid you believe what Tristen said?â
Claudia slowly lifted her eyes, beneath her long eyelashes were a pair of clear, water-like bright eyes.
âDidnât believe.â
The setting sun was somewhat dazzling, she squinted slightly, âEdmond wasnât like that.â
She had been with him for three years, she couldnât say she fully understood him, but she was
confident about his basic character.
Edmond had many flaws, but he was not so reckless when it came to human lives.
On the surface, Edmond appeared bright and shiny, but in reality, he
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was always living in Tristenâs shadow.
If a life could be exchanged for another, Edmond would definitely choose to sacrifice himself.
Thinking of the figure that had rushed towards her without hesitation, Claudia pursed her lips, her heart
aching in waves.
Tristen, in order to regain his identity, did not hesitate to tarnish his own brother, acting like a truly
ruthless person.
âUnexpectedly, Ms. Friedan has such faith in Edmondâs character, itâs __truly touching,â Magnusâs voice
betrayed no emotion. âNow that
Edmond has become a pariah, probably only Ms. Friedan is willing to believe him.â
The final sound carried a hint of melancholy.
Actually, he also watched Tristenâs live stream.
When he knew Tristen was alive, he was so happy that he didnât sleep all night. But as the investigation
progressed and he delved deeper, he found that Tristen had been biding his time.
If he hadnât died, Tristen would have found a way to make him âdeadâ.
In that fire, Tristen selflessly saved him. By the time he left the house, it had already collapsed. There
was absolutely no truth to Tristenâs claim that he had set him up.
What was Tristenâs purpose after all?
Why did they fake their death when they clearly werenât dead?
The thought of being estranged from his closest brother made Magnusâs aura chillingly gloomy.
Feeling the coldness from him, Claudia pursed her lips, simply closed her eyelids, and rested with her
eyes shut.
Arrived at Pearl Street very quickly.
The car stopped, she quickly got out, and as she closed the car door, Magnus asked again, âDo you
really believe Edmond is a good man?â
Claudiaâs face faltered for a moment, then she smiled, âBelieve.â
If Edmond had been a bad man, he wouldnât have protected her for three years after being married for
three years.
She had once thought that Edmond and Rosalie had conspired to kill her grandmother, until Hugh
revealed the truth.
It turned out that Edmond really didnât participate, the person who was scheming behind the scenes
seemed more like Tristen.
Initially, Edmond was not willing to marry her, a marriage without an emotional foundation should not
have expected love.
In that marriage, it wasnât Edmond who was wrong, but her.
She was too demanding.
Claudiaâs heart ached slightly, her tone gentle: âMr. Fleming, thank you for your help.â
The meeting time was approaching, if it wasnât for him, she might still be stuck at the bus station.
Magnus gave a soft âhmmâ, the corners of his lips uncontrollably curling up slightly.
She said she trusted him.
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The simple two words, like a blazing flame, dispelled the chill he had been feeling these past days.
Claudia walked briskly towards another alley.
Not long after she left, Eileen, carrying a bag, quickly walked up to the car and gently knocked on the
window.
âMr. Flemingâ¦â¦â
The car window slowly rolled down, revealing Eileen who had made an extra effort to dress up that day.
Her makeup was heavier than usual, she wore a white fur coat over her shoulders, and her hair was
styled in large waves. At first glance, she appeared to be somewhat flamboyantly elegant.
âJust a few steps down this alley and weâre there,â Eileen glanced at the entrance of the alley, her tone
deliberately ingratiating. âMy friend got us two tickets, we can sneak in.â
She straightened her wrist, revealing the golden ticket peeking out from her sleeve cuff.
True to the Enigma organization, even the admission tickets were made of pure gold with diamonds,
leaving no chance for counterfeits.
Magnus removed his sunglasses with one hand, revealing his handsome sword-like eyebrows. A sharp
edge was hidden in his long, slender black eyes.
Seeing Magnus not speaking, a slight sweat broke out in Eileenâs palms.
âMr. Fleming, the meeting was about to start.â
Magnus was like this, as if he had no intention of getting off at all. If
he missed this time, it would be difficult to get in again.
âDonât worry, with these two tickets, no one would doubt our identities.â
She knew that Edmond had always wanted to know Claudiaâs position
and identity within the organization. As soon as he stepped through the doors of the meeting, he would
be able to understand everything about the Enigma organization.
Her friend had already found out Claudiaâs identity, saying that her relationships with several men in the
organization were ambiguous.
Just as she had suspected, Claudia was not a serious member of the organization, but a mistress who
had risen to her position through men.
She couldnât wait to have Edmond see, to see how filthy Claudia was beneath her gentle and pure
facade.
âMr. Flemingâ¦â¦
Seeing Magnusâs hand still resting on the steering wheel without any movement, Eileen anxiously said,
âIf we donât go in now, it will be too late!â