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Mrs. Marsh's Revealed Identities

Chapter 853 Drug Addiction
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Chapter 853 Drug Addiction The sky was getting darker.

Leslie returned home. He was so angry that he didn't eat anything today. After a hot bath, he took a bottle of wine from the cabinet, took out a goblet, and went to the window.

The bright moonlight shone on him. The night was beautiful, but he felt extremely terrible.

Even the air annoyed him.

After a while, his phone rang. He kept frowning all the time.

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Leslie looked up and took a sip of the wine. Finally, he put down the goblet calmly and picked up the phone from the table. It was a call from the police station.

He hesitated for a few seconds before answering the call. He turned on the speaker, "Hello." Putting the phone back on the table, he sat down on the sofa, picked up the wine, and poured it into the glass.

"Leslie." Catherine's distressed voice cover, "What's wrong with the cigarette that you gave me? Why do | suffer so much not having it for half a day? Hurry up and bringcigarettes..." Her voice was trembling, and her insanity was transmitted through her breath.

Immediately afterward, he heard her moaning.

Leslie frowned, and said to her calmly, "It's just ordinary cigarettes. It's just a psychological effect. Write your confession first.

Your attitude determines your future.” After speaking, he hung up the phone.

Although Catherine was uncomfortable, she hadn't lost her mind. She got the message in between Leslie's words.

At the stime, she also understood that it was not an ordinary cigarette. But Leslie didn't want to be dragged into it.

In the police station, Catherine was so shocked holding the landline that she lay down on the corner of the table in pain, "Water, | need water..." She was tenacious! She must save herself! If Leslie's crimes were revealed, no one would save her.

The prison guard poured her a glass of water. Catherine almost hallucinated.

Her outstretched hand shook in the air a few times, but she couldn't catch the water glass no matter what.

She saw several glasses overlapping... Like the moon in the water, she simply couldn't catch it.

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"Water, givewater..." There was heat boiling in her body that needed to be diluted! Her throat was so uncomfortable that it was about to smoke! The prison guard squatted down, brought the water glass to her lips, and observed her expression closely.

Catherine grabbed the water and drank it in gulps! "Cigarettes, givecigarettes..." She was still manic, "Ordinary cigarettes!" The two prison guards looked at each other, and one of them said, "There are no cigarettes in the police station!" After speaking, they turned and left. They ordered at the door, "Keep an eye on her. Report immediately if anything happens.” "Yes." Then they left.

"Shall we report to Mr. Marsh?" One of them was suspicious, "She had a drug addiction attack, and she didn't know it. She should be passively addicted.” Another person raised his wrist to check the time, "It's getting late. Let's report tomorrow.” "Okay." Therefore, Ivan didn't get the news immediately.

At night, in Jacksonville.

In the ward, Finnley stood in front of Eloise's bed, looking at the unconscious Eloise on the bed, hoping that she would wake up soon and that she would be safe and happy for the rest of her life.

Finnley then sat down on the edge of Mya's bed and looked at her, who was now sleeping soundly. Why was she sleeping on her belly now? But it looked a little cute.

When he was looking at her, Finnley couldn't help recalling when he first saw her...

That day, she walked into Ivan's office in a hip-hop suit.

She sat down in the chair, put her legs on the desk at will, leaned back on the chair, and folded her arms around her chest! Finnley gestured to the security guards that had followed her to the door, and they turned and left.

"I want to see Ivan!" Mya said her intention in an aggressive and domineering tone, "Ask him to chere immediately!"