Fortunate to Have You This Lifetime-Chapter 910 - Conspiracy to Poison_1

Chapter 910: Chapter 910 Conspiracy to Poison_1

Chapter 910: Chapter 910 Conspiracy to Poison_1

In front of the villa gates, the flashing lights of the police cars were exceptionally noticeable in the pitch-dark night, with police tape already cordoning off the area, and the nearby residents peering out of their windows, curiously scrutinizing non-stop.

Purple Summers hurried out of the car and waved toward Aria Jackson in the crowd.

“Who’s the victim?”

“Sean Patterson, manager of Angelina girl group.”

“How did he die?” Purple Summers asked.

Aria Jackson led her inside while explaining, “The forensic doctor’s preliminary inspection suggests drowning.”

“Drowned at home?” Purple Summers was slightly surprised.

The two entered the villa one after another, where officers were collecting fingerprints and clues on the scene. Occasionally, someone noticed Purple Summers, and Aria Jackson explained, “The suspect’s lawyer.”

——During the investigation stage of the case, lawyers have the right to intervene and be informed about the investigation.

Aria Jackson took Purple Summers to the master bedroom’s bathroom on the second floor.

The bathroom was brightly lit and clean, the floor tiles covered with water stains of various sizes, while an officer squatted on the ground taking fiber samples with a cotton swab and tiny tweezers.

The body had already been taken for a further autopsy, only half a tub of water remained, clearly reflecting the white light.

“Maybe it was suicide,” Purple Summers said to Aria Jackson. “What’s the reason for detaining Henry Jameson?”

“An eyewitness saw Henry Jameson and Noelle Nichols leaving in a panic, and a witness said the victim had previously threatened Henry Jameson and Noelle Nichols…”

Aria Jackson hadn’t finished speaking when an officer came over from outside, holding a wine glass, and said, “Drug residues were found on the dining table downstairs and inside the glasses.”

Looking at Purple Summers, Aria Jackson shrugged her shoulders, “See, the motive and evidence for conspiring to poison Sean Patterson are all there.”

Purple Summers gave a wry smile.

Another person entered, accompanied by urgent voices, “Applying for unconditional bail, my client doesn’t have a criminal record, and as a star idol, pre-trial detention without direct evidence will cause significant losses to my client. Currently, Lina Ms. is endorsing six different product brands, and there are more than a dozen shows to record. Your detention constitutes damage to her reputation and will severely affect her career…”

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Allen Rivera listened expressionlessly, continuing to the crime scene, and upon seeing Purple Summers and Aria Jackson standing at the bathroom door, was slightly startled, “Purple Summers?”

Purple Summers greeted him with a smile, “Prosecutor Allen Rivera, long time no see.”

Allen Rivera immediately understood, “You’re Henry Jameson’s lawyer.”

He laughed, stepped aside, and introduced the man who had been talking non-stop since earlier, “This is Noelle Nichols’ lawyer, Mr. Ross, Austin Ross. I think you two need to meet.”

Sometimes, this situation arose where two suspects were jointly charged and thus required two lawyers to defend them separately.

Purple Summers extended her right hand toward the other party, “Hello, I’m Henry Jameson’s lawyer, Purple Summers Simonson.”

“Delighted, delighted!” Mr. Ross adjusted his glasses and eagerly shook hands with Purple Summers, “I’ve seen all your defense videos! They were brilliant!”

“Shall we go see the body now?” Allen Rivera asked the two.

“No thanks,” Purple Summers smiled, “I’m applying for unconditional bail; I’ll go talk to my client first.”

Mr. Ross joked, “Ms. Simonson, are you afraid of seeing dead bodies?”

Purple Summers didn’t deny it, her gaze calm, “Yeah, I just had a late-night snack before coming over. I’ll go get the autopsy report after I’ve digested.”

“No worries, I’ll scan it and send it to Ms. Simonson in a bit!” Mr. Ross said enthusiastically.

Purple Summers smiled, “Thank you, Mr. Ross.”

After Austin Ross and Allen Rivera left, Aria Jackson asked Purple Summers, “Are you really not going to see the body?”

The concern about indigestion was just an excuse; in the past, they used to eat instant noodles while watching autopsies during late-night overtime work.

“I want to see Henry Jameson first,” Purple Summers glanced at Aria Jackson, a faint smile in her eyes, “That guy tricked me last time, and I don’t want to be fooled again. I have to get his testimony before he has time to fabricate an excuse; that’s when it’s the most credible.”