It Was You

Chapter 856 Why Are You Here

Cassandra pressed Karen's shoulder and looked at Nixon, "Mr. Su, I'm sorry to trouble you."

Nixon asked someone to bring an umbrella here. When he heard what Cassandra said, he said apologetically, "You're welcome, Miss Cassandra. I've asked someone to block the scene and get all the surveillance videos of the paddock. It's raining heavily here. Why don't we go to the lounge first?"

The heavy rain came so suddenly that all the good rivers and mountains were covered in mist. Nobody knew how long it would rain, and it was useless to stay in the rain all the time.

Cassandra nodded slightly, "Okay. Although the horse is seriously injured, it should not be in danger. Mr. Su, please help me check who the owner of the horse is. In addition, send someone to carry it to a clean place, and don't let anyone touch it."

Nixon immediately said, "I've investigated the owner of this horse and arrested him. As for the details, let's go to the lounge first, okay?"

Cassandra lowered her head, holding a black umbrella. She suddenly missed Martin, missing the unique and light fragrance of the man, but she knew that she couldn't leave before the end of the matter here.

The horse suddenly lost control. It would be fine if it was just an accident, but if it was man-made, she would not let go.

In the lounge.

Nixon had already asked people to prepare clean clothes for the guests.

After Cassandra and others changed their clothes, Carlos specially asked the doctors in the paddock to do a careful examination for Cassandra. After confirming that she was indeed not injured, he was completely relieved.

In the lounge, Cassandra and the others sat together. Nixon pushed a computer in front of Cassandra and said, "Here is all the surveillance video of the paddock tonight. Miss Cassandra, will you watch it here or take it back?"

Cassandra took a look at the screen of the computer, on which there were dozens of surveillance videos. If she watched them here, she didn't know when she would finish them. She closed the laptop and said, "I'll take them back to watch. Where is the owner of the horse?"

Nixon clapped his hands, and then a man in a black suit and black sunglasses came in with a gentle and clean looking young man.

The young man was wearing an expensive silk scarf on his left hand. His clothes were soaked through by the rain, and half of his trousers were splashed with mud, and his body and face were also covered with mud. He had a straight nose and a pair of gold rimmed glasses. Obviously, he was a playboy. However, perhaps because his horse suddenly lost control, he was also frightened. He was in a daze, not like the usual social elite at all.

"His surname is Fei, the young master of the Fei group, and the horse which lost control and caused the accident was his. At the time of the accident, he fell down from the horse, and his left hand was a little broken. Because he was detained, he could only be treated simply with a soft silk scarf after the bone was set. Later, he will go to the hospital." Nixon said.

The young man seemed to be greatly frightened. His face turned pale and he said in an extremely difficult tone, "Mr. Su, I... I don't know why my horse suddenly lost control. I... I really didn't mean to... "

He was just a playboy who relied on his family. He had all the bad habits of all the playboys, but he did not do dare to hurt people. Moreover, the horse suddenly lost control just now, and he fell off the horse defenselessly. Fortunately, there was no other horse behind him. Otherwise, he would not only have a fracture of his hand, but also lose his life.Content rights by NôvelDr//ama.Org.

Cassandra looked at the young man and said in a low voice, "Mr. Fei, have you been to the stable before everyone went to pick up horses?"

The young man shook his head, still in a daze. "No, horse racing is just a hobby of our people. There are always people in charge of feeding and bathing the horse. Sometimes I would come here to ride, so... So I haven't been to the stable. "

There was a trace of blood in Cassandra's dark eyes. She kept silent for two seconds and continued, "Didn't you notice anything unusual when you led the horse into the hall?"

The young man still shook his head. His expression was on the verge of breaking down. He said in a hoarse voice, "No, as usual, I didn't observe carefully. I just took the reins from the staff and left. There is really nothing different. I also want to know why the horse suddenly lost control. If it had been a little more ruthless at that time, I might have died now. "

People from rich families always had a sense of superiority innately, and they were usually more afraid of death than the ordinary people. Therefore, the young man surnamed Fei hadn't recovered yet.

Cassandra asked a few more questions, but she couldn't get any answer from the young man, so she asked someone to take him away.

Nixon said: "I asked the trainer just now. He said there was nothing wrong with the horse. I've watched the surveillance video during this period of time. There is nothing wrong with it. Miss Cassandra, do you need to interrogate it in person?"

Cassandra leaned against the sofa, looking very tired. She seemed to have done it in one go, but it really consumed her strength. In addition, she was wet in the rain, so she was indeed a little tired. Moreover, since the other party wanted to do it, he or she wouldn't show his or her weakness so easily.

Cassandra raised her hand and pressed it down again, "No, thanks, Carlos. Why hasn't doctor Qin come back yet?"

Before she could finish her words, the door of the lounge was pushed open, and a gust of cold wind blew in. Martin came in with his men.

At that moment, Cassandra suddenly had a feeling that she had done something wrong and was caught by the teacher.

Nixon didn't expect that Martin would come in person. He stood up from the chair and smiled awkwardly, "Martin, it's so heavily raining outside. Why are you here in person?"

As soon as Martin entered the room, his dark eyes stared at Cassandra. Although he had confirmed that Cassandra was not injured again, on the way here, when he saw the surveillance video on the scene, he pinched a long and thin crack on the tablet computer in his hand.

If Cassandra hadn't controlled the horse in time.

Cassandra stood up from the sofa immediately. With a guilty look on her face, she asked, "Martin, why are you here?"

At the sight of her, Martin's anger suddenly changed into shock, worry and... Fear.