Chapter 11 The culprit is Rosa!
Chapter 11 The culprit is Rosa!
Darcel was awakened by the ringing of his cell phone in the early morning light.
He narrowed his eyes and swept across the screen, "What is it?"
"Mr. Reyes, a gossip video came to light last night about Miss Chandra and ......Lady Rosa."
There are two videos, which have long been rushed on the hot search, and are reprinted by the major
marketing numbers hot topic.
Miss Chandra was a second-tier actress in the entertainment industry back then, with 20 to 30 million
fans, and the video of her being rounded up and made public caused a big earthquake in the circle,
which is still being talked about by the crowd.
James Scott wipe sweat to explain: "The first is the original exposure of the well-known video, the
second is longer and more comprehensive, it is clear that the first one circulated before is precisely the
second one after editing."
The discordant parts of the picture are mosaic, the woman's harsh screams and desperate cries make
Darcel can not bear to frown.
"Uh, Mr. Reyes, you dragged the progress bar of the second video to minute eighteen and thirty-five
seconds, and there is a female voice in there that sounds a lot like Lady Rosa."
Darcel froze, and his gaze suddenly snapped: "What nonsense!"
Instead, his hand had begun to drag, turning the volume up to maximum.
In addition to Miss Chandra and the men who broke the law, a female voice did come out in the video:
"Don't cry, don't recognize it yet you won't be rescued even if you cry out."
"Blame your delusions of grandeur and dare to drug Darcel's wine? You're looking for your own death!"
Darcel was incredible.
But he and Rosa grew up together as childhood friends and knew each other all too well, and this was
indeed her voice.
He listened back and forth three more times.
James hard: "The exposer also made a point of stating that this was found by hacking into Lady Rosa's
phone, Mr. Reyes, the time is still early and sudden, Lady Rosa should still be awake you ...... beep
beep beep."
Darcel hung up the phone and violently lifted the covers, his face shaded and rushed out the door.
He clutched the steering wheel with both hands, despite the fact that he was still wearing his pajamas.
When he took Rosa back to her room after the movie last night, she was still asleep.
Darcel was unstable and pushed the door with too much force, and the door hit the wall with a loud
noise, waking Rosa who was sleeping.
She was surprised then delighted, "Darcel, what brings you here so early?"
Darcel's eyes darted around and he approached to pick up the phone that was sitting by the pillow.
Fingerprints are required to unlock.
"Open."
Rosa, bewildered, noticed that his face looked very wrong and was disturbed: "Darcel, what's wrong?"
"Open up!" Darcel commanded forcefully, word for word.
With aggravation in her eyes, Rosa slowly extended her index finger to unlock the lock.
Her mind raced, what was going on? Darcel had never spoken to her in that tone of voice before.
Darcel First look for the album, there is none.
The rest were nowhere to be found, and just as he was about to give up he finally clicked on the
backup software.
After recovering all the data inside, he checked the video again and actually found two videos about
Miss Chandra!
Exactly the same as the one on Hot Topic now, with the full version and the cut.
The evidence was overwhelming, and Darcel could no longer believe it.
He looked coldly at Rosa , disappointed, dismayed.
Miss Chandra's ganging was so big at the time that the police got involved in the investigation and
several men were arrested and convicted, some of whom gave up Venus.
The police took Venus away for questioning for several days, but there was not enough evidence, but it
was believed that the Reyes family was protecting her with all their power.
There was dead silence in the room.
Alarmed, Rosa carefully grabbed his hand: "Darcel, what's wrong with you?"
Darcel tapped on the video and threw the phone into her arms, his dark eyes as deep as the sea.
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