Chapter 1189

She caught the man's lazy, cold smirk just as he shook his head. "Wasn't me this time. But I did plan on it-thought I'd wait until after Florence's trial to make my move."

"So... who killed her then?" Whitney's hands clenched, anxiety creeping in.

Ludwik's sharp eyes cut right through her. He let out a low, dark chuckle and shot back, "Who do you think it was?"

Bryce had fled, but Florence knew everything about his crimes.

Once the court started questioning her...

"But Bryce had a broken leg when he escaped the country-could he really pull something like this off?" Whitney's skepticism was clear.

Ludwik massaged his brow, frowning. "Wouldn't rule out the possibility. He could've arranged for her to be silenced as soon as she was sentenced... Anyway, let's go take a look at Florence's body. The truth will come out soon enough."

No matter what, Florence's sudden death in jail was a big deal. Whoever was behind it, she needed to see that body

head there now." Whitney set down the thermos she'd brought, then glanced at the man stuck

always quick, stepped forward before Ludwik could answer. "Ms. Valentine, Mr. Lippert's in no shape to go anywhere. Even if he'd

nodded-she'd been thinking

large hand twitched as he waved her off. "Whitney, you go check things out.

Wait here

me to send a nurse in

care if I starve in here. I thought I'd be left to die-Parker hasn't even brought me a sandwich! Makes you wonder

shot him an annoyed glare. "Complain about Parker all you want, but

care more about him? Whitney couldn't help

not running a five-star service here-if

pick you. Only want you taking care of me." Whitney bit her lip, refusing to meet the heat

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