“Where did she go missing?” Steven asked.


    Michael rushed forward, trying to grab Steven. However, Steven dodged.


    “Say what you need, but don’t touch me,” Steven said in annoyance.


    Eason scoffed. Then, he pointed at the whiteboard full of clues.


    “Yasmin went missing around 2:00 pm at IF za. Before she went missing, she was shopping


    with


    Michael.”


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    There was footage from the surveince camera.


    “Michael left earlier for the hospital. Later, he received news that Yasmin had gone missing in the


    shopping mall. Soon after, Michael called the police.”


    Steven watched the surveince footage and saw how Yasmin disappeared after entering the


    women’s washroom. It was as if she had disappeared into thin air. Someone had kidnapped her.


    “There are no secret passages or doorways near the washrooms. The surveince camera didn’t


    capture anyone suspicious or footage of Yasmin leaving. We’ve interrogated the janitors, but none


    of them saw Yasmin,” Eason said grimly.


    Michael scoffed.


    “Is that the best that the police can do?”


    “If you’re so almighty, why did you leave your beau behind at the shopping mall? If you loved her so


    much, you should’ve apanied her shopping and bought her luxury gifts. Jerk.”


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    Rachel rolled her eyes. “Don’t bother Stephani–Stephany anymore. I get nauseous when I see


    you.”


    Michael red at Rachel. He was about to say something when I stopped him, “Mr. Ford, we should


    focus on locating Yasmin.”


    He scoffed, then exined, “Well, Yasmin was helping me pick a gift for you. She encouraged me to


    pursue you again and suggested buying something you’d like…”


    Frowning, I signaled Michael to stop.


    Michael wanted to exin further, but Steven pulled me into his embrace and warned Michael.


    “She’s mine, and we’re married. Who do you think you are to pursue her? How shameless of you.”


    Steven said it so seriously that it made Rachelugh.


    I wanted tough too, but I was angry and didn’t want to acknowledge him.


    Steven looked at me woefully. “Stephie, we’re legally married. He’s trying to seduce you, so he’s a


    bad guy. He’s immoral.”


    Michael clenched his jaw. He was pissed at Steven.


    “Excuse me, sir.”


    Meanwhile, Eason was going crazy.


    “Can you get your mind off dating for a moment? Help me locate Yasmin. If something goes wrong


    under my watch, I’m going to have to direct traffic with Zion!”


    On the other hand, Zion, who was not on duty, was rxed. He raised his brows at the statement.


    “The Traffic Enforcement Unit wees you.”


    Eason ignored Zion.


    Steven looked at the surveince footage again, then said, “She won’t die. She left on her own.”


    “What do you mean?”


    Eason took a closer look at the footage. He had watched it numerous times.


    “Pause at 38 minutes 47 seconds,” Steven said.


    Eason paused at a specific part of the video, which showed a middle–aged woman with long hair


    and a


    hat.


    “This is Yasmin,” said Steven determinedly.


    Yasmin had put on a disguise and left of her own ord. That meant she was not kidnapped. The


    investigation started on the wrong foot.


    “The murderer may not have done anything. This is Yasmin’s n.”


    Eason frowned.


    “How do you know that’s Yasmin?”


    “Her fingers. Yasmin’s fingers are slender and long, yet she’s deliberately wearing old, bulky


    clothes. Also, if you look at the footage before that, there are no records of when this woman


    entered the washroom.”


    Steven had a photographic memory. That was the scary part of being a prodigy.


    “Aren’t you the genius of the investigation squad? You couldn’t tell?” Zion provoked Eason.


    Eason sulked a little. “I have my specialty in other things, not this…”


    “That’s enough. Let’s stop taking advantage of police resources. Mr. Ford, your beau had run away


    on her own,” said Rachel, rolling her eyes.


    Michael frowned.


    “Is that how you n to conclude the case? What if she was ckmailed? Where did she find the


    clothes to change into? Somebody must’ve threatened her to put on those clothes and leave.


    “She’s timid, so she would’veplied. Shouldn’t you first locate her?”


    I looked at Michael with a sneer. Back when I was captured by the killer, he refused to believe that I


    was dead. He believed that I schemed the entire n to confuse them.


    He even stopped the police from investigating, which eventually led to my death.


    Yet now, he firmly believed that Yasmin did not n everything herself but was threatened instead.


    The double standards that he held were baffling.