Chapter 377 The Fall Guy

"I completed the overall design, but there's a team tasked with rounding up the detailed designs. Back then, I didn't work on the project until its final stages. You can probably see that I'm not the designer who submitted the final reports for the project if you carry out an

investigation."

I gave them the truth, but all three police officers looked troubled.

"Weren't you aware of the supplier and construction company?" Penelope gave me a curious look.

I shook my head again. "I didn't follow up with the project. Back then, Harmon Group had several major projects, and they were all undergoing construction. As a director, I had to be there at the construction site.

"I usually let my subordinates work on the smaller projects, such as Rainstream Heights."

"Hmph. He's already overseas. You can say anything and it'll be in your favor." Another police officer, who didn't talk much, seemed to be very hostile toward me. His words were laced with sarcasm... Penelope immediately glared at him, shutting him up

*This project is from three years back, Eva Perhaps you should think more carefully. Are you sure that you didn't sign off on the project and that you didn't follow up with it?"

"Yeah, I'm certain." I looked at them with a blank face before I added curiously, "You guys are free to check on the project documents. Every project has the signature of the person in charge. Should my signature appear on it, you'll only find it on the part where I submitted the foundational designs." The way I saw it, there was no reason for the police to come looking for me. After all, there was no evidence that I was the main person in charge. Penelope looked at the police officers next to her. After they nodded, she pulled out her phone and browsed the gallery. "Il something happens to a project, we'd surely check the documents provided by Harmon Group. Your signature is all over them,

"The person who filled the report sent the photos to us, and that's how we're sure that you're in charge of

of the project."

I took over the cell phone and frowned when I saw the familiar signature on the documents. "Are there any signs of Photoshop? Is it possible these were forged?"

"We can't be sure of it now. Some of my colleagues are headed for Harmon Group. We came here to understand more of the situation from you" Penelope tucked her cell phone away and looked at me deliberately.

"Listen to me, Eva. You have to tell me the truth about everything. If you're the person in charge, admit it and don't shirk the responsibility.ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

*No one's living in the apartment right now. Otherwise

It would lead to a manslaughter charge. The person in charge would be put behind bars.

I took a deep breath and flashed a smile at her. "Officer Crowe, I relapsed for the second time and had just gone through surgery when you

you first met me.

"I was no longer in charge of company projects about six months before the surgery. Afterward, I wasn't involved in the Rainstream Heights project as well. Furthermore, I wasn't responsible for any company business for the better part of the following six months." Penelope heard what I said and nodded. "You're right. That's exactly what happened." Turning to her colleagues, she said, "She was almost dead back then. How could she have worked in the company?"

"Mind your speech, Officer Crowe." The officer who was a little hostile toward me warned her. Clearly, Penelope's trust in me displeased him

Then, the same police officer looked at me again. "Can you provide your medical records, hospital stay details, or surgery records?"

"Sure The hospital system has records for all of the officers.

I'll get them ready at once," Julian chimed in indifferently. He swept a cold gaze across the police

Then, Julian leisurely asked, "I have a question for you guys. Did you look into the backgroud of the person who filed the report? You guys aren't going to ask Eva to prove she was innocent, are you? "Alteratively, it could be that someone knew she would relapse for the third time and that she doesn't have long to live. So, the perpetrator wants her to become the scapegoat

Meanwlute, yra pays believe that someone who wasn't in charge and wasn't even at the crime scene but is terminally ill should take responsibility for this case. Is that what's happening here?