Briar knew when to push her advantage and when to compromise. She said pitifully, �I�ll wait for you, wherever I am. The baby and I will be waiting for you!�

The private jet roared into the sky.

Sitting inside his limousine, Stefan stared with a gloomy expression at the plane that gradually turned into a tiny dot.

�Brother, you won�t blame me for doing this, will you?�

The next day.

Before the trial, Renee received news that Briar had committed suicide�

�What? She killed herself?�

Renee received the call on the way to the court. She was shocked.

Zack was sitting next to her. Seeing her reaction, he immediately asked, �What�s wrong?�

�The court said Briar committed suicide early this morning. Her remains have been sent to the crematorium.�

�That�s impossible!�

Zack said confidently, �Briar is a suspect in a court case and the case hasn�t reached a verdict yet. Even if she really did kill herself, according to the law, her corpse can only be dealt with after the legal investigation period is over. There�s no way the corpse would be cremated quickly, unless��

�Unless someone wants to destroy the corpse to hide evidence or to substitute it with another person!�

�That�s right!�

Zack had handled a lot of criminal cases and had encountered all kinds of bizarre situations before. It was not the first time he had encountered a situation where the suspect suddenly �committed suicide� right before a trial.

Renee thought hard about it and instantly understood everything.

�Hah, I knew it! So that�s why Stefan was willing to let Margaret go yesterday. This is what he had planned.�

�Honestly, this kind of trick is so lame. Instead of looking for a good lawyer to defend her in court, he chose to use his power to put himself above the law instead. What a coward!�

For the first time, Renee was looking down on Stefan.

She could not believe he would actually come up with an idea like faking death in order to protect that bitch, Briar Desrosiers. He had abandoned all dignity. Renee felt ashamed for him! JrNovels.com