Wait, She’s a Billionaire by Ms. Shadow

Chapter 978

In the garden, a thorough interrogation lasting ten minutes revealed no major issues in the expressions or explanations of all involved.

Elliot turned to Lionel and said, “Call in the special investigative team. Have the Nicholls residence thoroughly inspected and notify the medical examiner. Also, take Madam Nicholls for an autopsy later.”

“Right on it.”

Lionel nodded and stepped away to make a call in a quiet corner.

After the servants and chefs had been cleared of suspicion, Elliot instructed them to return to their duties.

The garden quickly grew quiet.

Suddenly, Frank seemed to remember something important.

“Mr. Jenkins, I recall something else very important.”

Elliot turned back, his handsome face expressionless.

“Go on.”

“Two nights ago, Mr. Nathaniel stole my key and secretly went upstairs during the banquet. Nobody knows why he went up there, but when Mr. Romello found out, he punished him severely,” Frank explained.

Elliot’s eyebrows furrowed, narrowing his eyes narrowed as his tone grew colder.

“Tell me everything.”

yesterday afternoon, at bodyguard found the keys to the top floor buried shallowly in the garden, confirming that Mr. Nathaniel did indeed go upstairs.

I hate to say it, but Mr. Nathaniel has a history of stealing from the lab, and his relationship with

from his call and overheard Frank’s

isn’t your attitude toward them

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of now, he’s innocent. We should proceed based on evidence, not assumptions

lowered his

day, Mr. Jenkins will be the one investigating and making the

things over, Elliot and Lionel’s

serious.

the theft of the top floor key at this critical moment was clearly aimed at

found guilty, Nathaniel’s

garden suddenly grew

after his grief, emerged from the mansion with swollen eyes and

the bottom of this. Nathaniel stole the key and sneaked into the top floor,

meet Romello’s tear–filled, angry

head, masking his intense

likely result in Nathaniel’s life being ruined in a day, possibly leaving him permanently

halting my duties and ordering me to stay home for investigation. It’s been over a week, and there’s been little progress. Shouldn’t I return to the National Investigation Bureau to handle

scoffed, “What do you