Qi Ming and Carole Brown were lovers. Sienna Johnson knew this. If her lover had died under such unclear circumstances, how could Carole Brown let it go? Sienna Johnson sighed and said, "Ask the Police Station to investigate whether Qi Ming committed suicide or was murdered." "Also, Qi Ming was an employee of Eastminster Pharmaceutical Factory, after all. Handle the bereavement support for Qi Ming’s family." Sienna Johnson felt sad for that poor mother. Her only son was dead, and her husband was incompetent. Sienna’s heart suddenly grew very heavy. "You can all leave; I want to be alone for a while." Vivian Abbey and Gary Fisher left the room. For once, Vivian Abbey didn’t avoid Gary Fisher and asked, "What on earth is going on? Was it really suicide? Not murder?" "I think it was suicide. After all, there’s a letter written in blood. The handwriting and the blood on it belonged to Qi Ming. I suspect Qi Ming didn’t steal the formula at all." Vivian Abbey was speechless. "Then who do you think it was?" Gary Fisher glanced at the woman before him. "How would I know? If I knew, I would’ve reported it long ago." "Then why do you think Qi Ming was falsely accused?" "I’ve seen Qi Ming’s file. Although he has a gambling, alcoholic father, Qi Ming has been very ambitious since childhood and is also upright. He would rather commit suicide than be falsely accused, which shows he was a man of integrity. Such a person would never steal a formula for such a trivial gain." "Maybe it was for money?" Gary Fisher shook his head. "I don’t think so." "Ugh, what’s with all this chaos lately? Why is it one thing after another?" Vivian Abbey felt like going to a temple to pray for protection from all the gods. Otherwise, who could bear so many things happening one after another? "Behave yourself lately. Don’t talk nonsense or wander around! Did you hear me?" Gary Fisher looked at Vivian Abbey with concern. His tone was exactly that of a worried father scolding an unruly daughter. Vivian Abbey glared at him and turned to attend to her own business. Qi Ming’s death left Sienna Johnson somewhat absent-minded at work. Too many things had happened recently, and Sienna Johnson suddenly felt exhausted. When Adrian Desmond called, Sienna Johnson was still in a daze. Adrian Desmond had to let it ring for a long time before Sienna Johnson finally answered. "It’s me, Adrian Desmond!" This was their classic exchange. In Sienna Johnson’s mind, if there was something to discuss, they’d discuss it; if not, they’d hang up. "I saw the news about Qi Ming’s suicide." It was that matter again. Sienna Johnson swiveled her chair to look at the blue sky and white clouds outside the window. "Does the whole world know about Qi Ming’s suicide?" "At least the whole of Sileria City knows." "President Johnson, you’re very troubled." The man on the other end of the line sounded rather smug. "Sixth Master, I wonder if you have any good ideas for me?" "How do you want me to help you?" "I want to know if Qi Ming committed suicide or was murdered." For a moment, Sienna Johnson was speechless. Right now, she mourned Qi Ming’s suicide more than she fretted over the trouble it caused her. She had always considered herself a woman with a heart of stone, but now she realized she was still too tender-hearted. She wasn’t ruthless enough. "Why aren’t you talking?" "I don’t know what to say. I just don’t understand. Even if Qi Ming was falsely accused, can suicide clear his name? He’s dead; even if his name is cleared, so what?" "Isn’t being alive the most important thing?" As long as you’re alive, there’s hope. "Hehe... Not everyone is as strong as President Johnson." Sienna Johnson composed herself, pushing aside the negative feelings Qi Ming’s death had stirred within her. Everyone’s choices are different. Suicide was Qi Ming’s choice. Although she didn’t agree with it, she could do nothing about it. For more chapters visit NoveIꜰire.net "I’m a bit busy here. Goodbye." "Do you need me to do anything for you?" Adrian Desmond asked considerately. Sienna Johnson, naturally, didn’t want his help. "Thank you. I’ll let Sixth Master know if I need anything." "Don’t call me Sixth Master!" "I quite like the title Sixth Master." "I also quite like the name Mai." "Alright, Adrian Desmond!" Sienna Johnson hung up and decided to visit Kenneth Brown in person. This matter not only involved Eastminster Pharmaceutical Factory but also Qi Ming and Carole Brown; it was essentially a Brown family affair. Sienna Johnson hoped to handle it in a way that would minimize the damage. 「At the entrance of the Police Station,」 Carole Brown, wearing mourning clothes and holding a sign, was publicly proclaiming Qi Ming’s innocence. Kenneth Brown was so furious with his stubborn sister that his nose was practically crooked from anger. "Carole Brown, go home right now, or I’ll disown you as my sister!" Kenneth Brown threatened. Carole Brown stared intently at the entrance of the Police Station, her gaze heavy, motionless as a statue. Many onlookers had gathered, and several media reporters had also arrived and were taking pictures. Kenneth Brown drove the reporters away and impulsively smashed one of their cameras. If they hadn’t been at the Police Station, the two might have actually come to blows. "Get out! All of you, get out!" Kenneth Brown shouted at the reporters. "Manager Brown, is this young lady kneeling on the ground your sister?" "Why is this young lady wearing mourning clothes and proclaiming the deceased’s innocence? Was Qi Ming really wrongfully accused? Has the internal spy at Eastminster Pharmaceutical Factory not been caught?" The reporters pressed him aggressively, and Kenneth Brown’s back was soaked with sweat. Qi Ming had been made a scapegoat; *he* was the true internal spy... but he couldn’t say anything. He would have to take these secrets to his grave. The reporter’s microphone was aimed at Carole Brown. "Hello, Miss Brown, what was your relationship with the deceased?" "We were lovers!" Carole Brown’s eyes were as cold as ice. "Do you also believe the deceased was wrongfully accused?" "Then do you have any evidence?" "I believe him!" Carole Brown said firmly. "You shut up!" Kenneth Brown snapped at his sister. "Brother, Qi Ming proved his innocence with his life! Don’t you still believe him?" Carole Brown looked at Kenneth Brown, her eyes filled with grief. The words caught in Kenneth Brown’s throat; he couldn’t utter a single syllable. "Qi Ming is dead. I won’t let anyone slander his name anymore!" Carole Brown said firmly. Looking at his sister, who was dragging their name through the mud, Kenneth Brown desperately wanted to march over and slap her. And as for Qi Ming, that man couldn’t even let people rest in peace after his death. It was just one formula! If he’d played his cards right, he wouldn’t have faced many years in jail. Why did he have to be so foolish as to commit suicide?! "Do you really think kneeling here will clear Qi Ming’s name? I’m telling you, it’s impossible!"