Trapped in the Love of the Cruel CEO
THE ACCUSED

The hour of lecture which is said to still be in the hours of lessons makes no one who caught the murder that was experienced on Amel.

In the classroom that looks quiet because of the lesson hours, Cassandra constantly glances towards the bench where the bench is the bench where Amel used to sit there.

Seeing an empty chair that was uninhabited made Cassandra suddenly feel panicked about Amel's current condition.

"Amel has not been in for almost 30 minutes, but why has he not returned? Whether or not he intended to do a crazy action I have to look for it now," his mind passed he approached his lecturer teacher.

"Sorry sir, please allow me to go to the restroom. Suddenly my stomach hurts?"cassandra's permission to the lecturer.

"Well go quickly and remember not for long."

"Okay sir, thank you."

Immediately out of the classroom and switched to running all directions but what he was looking for did not seem to work he found.

His breath made him look tired. And confused about where Amel is now.

The more panicked feeling made him unable to think clearly. Strange thoughts that immediately surrounded his brain made him panic even more about Amel's current existence.

Walking with a running state, his steps were stopped after he was accidentally hit by one of the road users.

"I'm sorry I didn't mean it" said the person in a cold voice.

"It's okay next time be careful" Cassandra replied, someone passed away. But Cassandra was surprised after a red stain attached to her shirt.

"Red stain? Since when did this red stain stick around here. Did I accidentally drop the ink," he muttered as he felt something strange after inhaling it.

"You fishy, since when does an ink stain smell fishy like this, it's not like an ink stain but what is this stain?" he asked her who was confused. Then he was startled by the scream of someone who was shouting very loudly.

"Who's yelling at that?"he said he passed by and ran to find the direction the sound was coming from.

His gaze that was just busy glancing towards the right and left, before long Cassandra turned to look at one of the people who were in a crowd.

"What's up there, why are people in a crowd?" he murmured, who was curious, then he approached her.

Covered in a condition of blood that flows very fast. One of them checked his pulse.

"Gosh what happened to this woman, if she was a murder victim, her pulse was gone. What happened to him?" said a half-old man, who did not wait any longer, he immediately called the Ambulance or the police.

Scattered over him they did not believe what he was seeing at the moment.

When Cassandra saw who the spectacle was, she was shocked that she could not believe what she was seeing right now.

"A ... Amel no! This is impossible, he ... He cannot die, this is impossible" he said with an expression of disbelief.

"You? What did you do to her? Are you the one who killed him?" assertive one of the men with his ferocious face. And pointing directly at Cassandra, the gaze of everyone who had been focused on looking at Amel, now the gaze turned toward Cassandra.

"What do you mean? Have any proof that you can say such a presumptuous thing to me?" asserted Cassandra, but got a reply to a male encouragement.

"You're a murderer, how can you try to defend again, all the evidence is in my hands. And a few minutes ago I accidentally caught you guys having a big fight. Even I kept the recording of your voice is you still trying to dodge it again" said the man who constantly cornered her.

"Cassandra, is it true that he said that you were the mastermind of this murder. Are you really that cruel person who killed Amel in this horrible way?"ask her friend who does not believe.

"No, none of that is true. I could have sworn I wasn't the one. I swear it wasn't me! Not me! I know all this must be a misunderstanding I'm sure, so please believe me.

"Believe you said. After you forget to hide a proof you say believe. Your shirt? Why is your shirt there's a red stain is it Amel's bloodstain left there?" he said that made Cassandra surprised.

"Blood, it's not like that. I'm sure there must be someone who has framed me I beg you believe me.

"Well, if you feel that you are being accused, let's go to class and look at the contents of your bag, maybe there's evidence in there that you're hiding.

Rushing to go to the classroom, they then unpacked the contents of the bag and the result was found a knife that still contained blood stains in there.

"This what? Are you still trying to defend yourself again?"said someone by throwing the knife under Cassandra.

"This is impossible, I'm not the culprit I beg you believe me not me! Not me!"she cried, but no one could believe her anymore.

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