17. A Wrong Assumption

Creating a lie is tantamount to digging your own grave.

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“Why did it take so long to open the door? Were you hiding anything? Or anyone?”

A suspicious-toned question and an investigating facial expression immediately attacked Chin Hwa as soon as he opened the door.

A fair skinned woman with a long bob hair cut broke in without any doubts. Her sharp glance locked on Chin Hwa’s restless eyes.

“No, I’m not. I–I’ve just come home from work.”

Chin Hwa was a bit jumpy. That was for the first time he made up a lie on purpose.

The woman who had just arrived stood face to face with Chin Hwa elegantly. A luxurious purse hung beautifully on her left arm. Another arm was let down and dangling, showing her well-groomed pretty nails.

Her slim body was covered by a pair of maroon trousers with the upper part of a white blouse layered with a coat matching the color of her trousers.

Her eyes rolled wildly, sweeping every corner of Chin Hwa’s living room. She titled her head by narrowing her