"Me?" Nina Donovan pointed at herself.
Jasper Sherwood nodded. "Yes, that's right."
Nina's expression didn't change a bit. "Haha, are you crazy? Me, a murderer? I was just dreaming and killed a bad guy in my dream. Any other questions? If I'd actually killed someone, the police would have arrested me long ago."
After all, this had happened in her original world. No one here knew her past.
The rich kid who tried to assault her was dead.
Everyone would only see that he'd panicked and fled down a side alley, where he fell into a large pit, broke his neck, and died. No one would ever suspect Nina.
She was a victim in that illegal club too.
Jasper Sherwood's long index finger tapped lightly on the table. Nina's eyes were clear—she didn't look like she was lying at all.
Jasper hadn't heard clearly just now, only catching Nina muttering the words "dead" and "kill."
