?<strong>Chapter 986:</strong>


    Sitting on the bed, she prepared to contact L to let her know the money wouldn’t be needed. This time, Rosalyn made a video call.


    When the call connected, L seemed ready to be reminded about the payment, but Rosalyn smiled and said, “No need to worry, L. Evita’s here, and she’s now…”


    “That’s good. I haven’t visited recently, but it looks like you’ve lost weight. Make sure to eat and rest, alright?”


    “I will,” Rosalyn replied with a faint smile.


    With some free time, L stayed on the call, chatting with Rosalyn.


    While chatting with her, L took a moment to reply to colleagues who had seen her messages, thanking them for their support and letting them know the issue had been resolved.


    After sending her replies, L paused, reflecting on Rosalyn’s mention of Evita handling the medical expenses.


    Twenty thousand dors—if Evita had ess to that kind of money, why had she needed to stay at her ce?


    Curiosity gnawed at her, and she split her phone screen to check the surveince footage at home to see how Evita had been doing.


    Just then, L heard Rosalyn let out a sudden, startled cry, her voice trembling as though something had frightened her.


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    The video screen abruptly went ck, as though the phone had slipped from Rosalyn’s hand and the camera had been pressed against the bed.


    However, Rosalyn didn’t immediately retrieve the phone. Just as L was about to say something, a stern andmanding male voice abruptly cut through the silence, demanding attention.


    “Rosalyn Gordon, the police investigation team is advancing the inquiry into Rudolf Gordon’s case. We suspect your involvement in illegal transactions with government officials. Here’s the search warrant. Please cooperate with the investigation!”


    L froze, her words catching in her throat.


    Rudolf’s case had already been settled, so why was there still an investigation?


    And how could Rosalyn be involved? How could she, of all people, possibly be tangled up with government officials connected to the case?


    L grew increasingly worried, keeping the call active, but her fingers inadvertently tapped open the surveince footage from her home.


    She instinctively tried to close the video, but instead, she identally fast-forwarded it to the time after she had left that day.


    What she saw in the footage filled her with rage.


    After she left, Evita appeared, casually ate the breakfast L had left behind, and within an hour, opened the door to let in eight people.


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