I'm Sorry My Love Novel

Chapter 859

Chapter 859 He Killed Him!

The man had sunken eye sockets, a scruffy beard, and several vicious scars on his forehead.

Without a closer look, one would be unable to tell that he was the same Theodore Frost who was so full of spirit a few months prior.

Theodore cast a menacing and ominous gaze at Louis. "You went to such great lengths just to put me in jail. Are you disappointed that I'm standing here now?"

His hands were in the pockets of his black jacket as he taunted, "If I hadn't come out, I wouldn't have witnessed such a spectacular scene. Living in her home and sharing beds, Daphne and you must be very much in love. How many times have you done it? How does it feel? Did you enjoy—"

Before Theodore finished speaking, he was grabbed by the collar.

Louis stared coldly at him and yelled, "Shut up!"

Instead of getting angry, Theodore grinned. His demeanor changed, and he closed his eyes to savor the moment. "Did I say something wrong?" She has a great figure, is extremely wet, and lasts a long time. The only issue is that her skin is overly hydrated and frequently covered in—"

He was cut off and punched hard in the face before collapsing heavily into the nearby bushes with a muffled groan.

The commotion startled the nearby students, who were compelled to stop and watch.

With a blank expression, Louis walked over, crouched down on one knee, and grabbed his collar again. Word for word, he said, "Did you not hear me? I told you to shut up!"

Theodore propped himself up with his elbows on the ground, and there was blood on the corners of his mouth. His smile didn't fade; in fact, it got even crazier and eviler. "Have you heard her moan? She sounds so seductive when—"

He received yet another powerful blow to the face.

Unlike previous occasions when Theodore despised being beaten by Louis, this time he appeared to be deliberately provoking him. He made no attempt to fight back, and with each blow, his smile grew crazier.

Theodore spat out saliva, his voice becoming erratic, but he didn't hold back in any way. He further enraged Louis by saying, "You can't even handle that? Then let me show you something that will make you want to kill me. Hahaha!"

While speaking, Theodore slowly took a stack of photos from his pocket and placed them in front of Louis, ignoring the intense pain in his body.

Louis' fist froze in mid-air, his pupils contracted, and his face turned icy as he yelled, "Beast!"

Theodore laughed and added, "I have a lot more pictures like this. They are already set to be sent automatically, and these pictures will be all over the internet in 30 minutes. Daphne's reputation will be ruined, as will yours. Hahaha!"

Louis didn't say anything, but he was stunned and enraged as he locked his gaze on Theodore.

Soon after, Theodore, who was lying on the ground, became silent.

Upon seeing Theodore lying limp on the ground, someone shouted in panic, "He's dead! He killed him!"

At this point, the school security and lecturers arrived and dragged Louis away.

Someone called the police in the midst of the chaos, and the sounds of police cars and ambulances filled the entire dormitory area.

When Daphne arrived, she only caught a glimpse of the police car driving away.

Her breath rushed into her chest with an uncomfortably cold sensation.

In a rush, Daphne stopped the girl next to her and asked, "Wh-what happened?"

She wasn't wearing a mask or a hat, and she wasn't disguised in any way.

"It seems like someone was beaten to death," the girl said after giving her a stunned look.

Hearing that, Daphne became even more anxious. "Who? Who is the one beating?"

"I heard it was Louis McKinney. And I think the person who was killed didn't go to this school because I don't know him. "

Daphne's head spun and she almost fell over when she heard that.

The girl next to her quickly supported her. "Are you okay?" NôvelDrama.Org content rights.

Daphne shook her head and turned around, hailing a car and making her way to the police station.

Louis was handcuffed inside the cop car, his face cold and emotionless. There were traces of blood on his body and fists.

When the policeman, who had been staring at Louis in surprise, was about to say something, he heard Louis suddenly ask, "Can I make a phone call?"

The police officer thought he wanted to call a lawyer and nodded. "Go ahead, but you have to do it in front of us. You only have two minutes."

Louis nodded and dialed a number on his phone.

After the call connected, he spoke succinctly. "I'm in a police car. I might be sentenced to prison. Before that, I need half an hour and a computer."

On the other end of the phone, Aidan Pearson paused for two seconds before replying, "Which police station?"

Louis turned his head to look at the police officer next to him and calmly asked, "May I know which police station you're from?"

The police officer was taken aback by his polite attitude and answered him.

After getting the answer, Louis thanked the policeman and put away his phone.

Just as the police officers in the car were puzzled, they received a call two minutes later.

Soon, the police car stopped in front of an internet cafe at the intersection.

When Louis was brought in, many underage customers in the internet cafe fled, and even the owner was shaken, vowing never to do it again.

The police officers waved their hands and only asked for a private room.

Louis sat down, and a police officer next to him said, "Take off his handcuffs."

The two officers exchanged glances, both aware of his influential background.

And even though he might have killed someone on campus, his attitude was not arrogant or domineering. On the contrary, he was polite and gentle.

It was genuinely surprising how different he was now from the icy, ferocious gaze he had when they had taken him from the crime scene.

Louis thanked them once more after having his handcuffs taken off.

As the computer started up, he took a bloodstained phone from his bag that belonged to Theodore.

He attempted a number of passwords before unlocking the phone.

However, despite what he claimed, there were no photos being sent automatically when he used this number to log into Twitter.

This is not the right number.

Louis glanced at the time, and there were less than ten minutes left.

His fingers quickly tapped on the keyboard, and lines of code appeared on the computer screen.

Aidan's phone call arrived just as he was uncovering a different phone number from the fake identification card he had found.

It turned out that they had found the same account.

Next, they just needed to crack the password for this account.

The two police officers watched Louis' actions, initially silently lamenting the waste of such a talented individual. But suddenly, they saw a series of nude pictures appearing in front of them.

All of the pictures were deleted before they could be carefully examined.

After erasing all the data, Louis stood up and voluntarily raised his hands while maintaining a serene, unruffled expression. "I'm done. Let's go."