The Big Shot's Movie Star Wife Is Beautiful and Sassy

Truro Police Department

Upon arriving, Kevin Clark and Daisy Zane were led straightaway to meet the director.

“Third Master.”

“Director Hamilton.” The two appeared very familiar with each other, forgoing any superfluous pleasantries.

Edward Lee glanced at Daisy Zane by Kevin’s side but refrained from asking too many questions. He introduced the person next to him, “This is Deputy

Director Giovanni. Recently transferred from a nearby market town, Diego Giovanni has cracked many major cases.”

Diego Giovanni appeared to be in his forties and bore an upright appearance. With a stern face, he exuded reliability at first glance.

He extended his hand to shake Kevin’s: “Third Master.”

Afterward, he glanced at Daisy Zane.

Daisy Zane also looked at him, and as their eyes met for a moment, both indifferently looked away.

After exchanging brief greetings, Edward Lee began telling Kevin about the case involving the homeless man.

He handed over several of the forensic pathologist’s reports to Kevin first. Kevin placed the report near Daisy Zane, and they looked at it together.

“These indexes seem too high,” Daisy said.

“Indeed. They’re three times higher than those of an average person, ” Kevin said, glancing at the time on the report before flipping through a couple more pages.

It was another identical examination report.

The previous one had been taken three hours after the deceased had passed away.

It was clear that the forensic pathologist suspected something was off, so another examination was performed twenty-four hours later.

While the indexes were not as high as they were the first time, they remained higher than average.

“Normally, three hours after death, these data would be very low, nearly zero,” Kevin said. “But with these results taken twenty-four hours later, the values are still higher than those of a living person.”

“It’s as if these data are saying this isn’t a normal human being,” Daisy added.

Edward Lee and Diego Giovanni both glanced at Daisy Zane.

Kevin nodded, flipping through the report again.

There was another section about the blood drug analysis.

Edward Lee said, “They are currently working to further detect if the drug components in his blood are related to case 319.”

“Hmm,” Kevin replied, “Howmuch longer until the results come out?”

Edward Lee checked the time, “Within nineteen hours.”

Kevin looked at Daisy Zane by his side.

Understanding his meaning, Daisy immediately said, “I can’t sleep.”

Kevin listened to her hoarse voice and reached for the thermos cup beside him.

But before he could reach it, a disposable cup filled with steaming water appeared next to Daisy Zane.

Diego Giovanni placed the water down and then stepped back without saying a word, returning to where he had been standing all along.

Daisy Zane looked at the steaming water.

Kevin turned to Diego Giovanni, “Many thanks, Deputy Director Giovanni.”

“No need for pleasantries, Third Master,” Diego Giovanni replied emotionlessly, his stern face not revealing any expressions. He resembled a tough, unfeeling rock.

Kevin looked at Daisy Zane again, “Tell me if you get tired.”

“Hmm.”

Kevin turned to Edward Lee, who immediately handed over several materials to him.

The two appeared to collaborate seamlessly due to their long-standing partnership, understanding each other’s intentions without exchanging words.

Before his death, the homeless man had filed a report claiming that someone was trying to harm him.

Thus, the police had thoroughly investigated everything they could over the past few days. Had they not found a possible connection to case 319, they wouldn’t have contacted Kevin Clark.

Kevin Clark and Daisy Zane examined the materials together.

Three minutes later, the two exchanged glances, and Daisy Zane reached up to touch the gauze around her neck. Kevin Clark looked at Edward Lee: “What did he do before?”

“I don’t know,” Edward Lee said, “He’s been homeless around Antique Street for seven or eight years. He doesn’t accept any government assistance. His family, friends, no one knows anything about. We don’t even know where he came from. He won’t say when asked. There’s no information about his connections.” Kevin Clark:

“As you can see from his social connections.” Edward Lee continued, “The bosses around Antique Street almost all know him, and he relies on that street for his living. According to the investigation, this homeless man is very humorous, polite, and has a good reputation. Some people even try to find him jobs, but he just wants to be homeless. He’s determined to be homeless.”

Kevin Clark looked at the materials, which now seemed to have no clues: “Let me check the surveillance of Antique Street.”

“Okay.” Edward Lee shouted to the outside of the room: “William, surveillance!”

Although they had watched the surveillance more than once, Kevin Clark was different. Letting him watch it might show him something they didn’t see.

Daisy Zane and Kevin Clark watched the surveillance in the police station, while outside, the situation had become chaotic.

The reporters outside the Ferdason Hotel had photographed Anisa Cooper being taken away, but they hadn’t received much more information yet.

However, in order to grab attention and headlines, they still reported it.

It was roughly titled “Late night, Flynn Ninevara’s assistant taken away by police from the hotel, reason unclear, Flynn has not yet responded.”

The first release was in the early hours around 1 am, followed by continuous releases from various media outlets.

Even though it was late, it still received widespread attention.

Almost as if the sleeping fans were called up to watch the drama unfold, staring wide-eyed at the developments.

And about an hour later, a media outlet called Zealot Media released a piece of news.

[Daisy Zane arrested for drug use, illicit substance found in her hotel room.

Assistant Anisa Cooper taken away for investigation.]

Below were three photos of Anisa Cooper being taken away, and six photos of Daisy Zane and Kevin Clark entering the police station.

Kevin Clark’s face was blurred, leaving only Daisy Zane visible.

As soon as the news came out, it was like a bomb thrown into water, causing great waves.

Daisy Zane’s identity might not have caused such a storm, but Flynn Ninevara’s could.

[Holy shit, what happened? What’s going on? This is the first time I’ve heard of a female celebrity doing this.]

[Ban her, ban her, ban her, ban her.]

[There’s no official news yet, you guys have no evidence, this is a rumor.]

[Do those few photos look like someone being arrested? Who goes to a police station like that after being arrested? Shameless media spreading rumors, just wait to be sued.]

[Don’t brainwash fans anymore, Zealot has been a media outlet for many years, would they spread rumors about this kind of thing?]

[Daisy Zane doesn’t look like she’s been arrested, but her assistant has been taken away for real. Fans who still dream of whitewashing her, just wait for her to be banned.]

Clarissa Mason saw the news online and felt her blood boiling.

Her excitement was as if every cell in her body was dancing along.

She looked at the incoming call on her cellphone, calmed her mood, and answered: “What’s up?

“Are you sure there won’t be any problem with the news?” The editor of Zealot Media asked on the phone call.

“Don’t worry, the news is 100% true,” Clarissa Mason said, “Just wait for Zealot to become the industry’s top hitter again.”

“All right.” The other side hung up after saying this.

Clarissa Mason threw her phone on the table, danced happily for a moment, tapping her rhythm.

As she turned around in a circle, she suddenly sat on the ground.

Her fingers touched the smooth floor, laughing sinisterly: “What if you are

Flynn Ninevara? In the end, you will still be ruined.”

“Stealing my roles, causing me to be beaten, causing me to be abandoned by

Olivia Chester, being banned by the industry… it’s all because of you, all you.” Clarissa Mason fiercely stab the floor twice, “You are here to ruin me, as long as you’re gone, my future in stardom will be smooth.”

After saying that, she lay down on the floor and started laughing.