#Chapter37
WHO KILLED HER?
Charlotte stood up, almost knocking off the chair she was sitting on. Both of them in the room stared at her like dealing with some devil. She frightened both of them just with her fierce look. All these situations wake her to another tough face inside her.
/"I think you could sit down. I won’t be telling your personal issues to anyone. It’s none of my business./" The lady clearly told, looking a little frightened.
/"I am not going to sit down. Thanks for understanding/" Charlotte folded her hands across her chest. She’s ready to escape the room once the fingerprints got matched.
/"Um... the fingerprints are.../" the man trailed off, looking at the computer. Charlotte holds her breath, waiting for him to finish.
