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.”

But yesterday afternoon, at bodyguard found the keys to the top

stealing from the lab, and his relationship with Mr. Romello has never been good. This time… it’s highly likely that he

just returned from his call and overheard Frank’s

retorted sternly, “Mr. Abbott, isn’t your attitude toward

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was released on bail by Mr. Corey, and as of now, he’s innocent. We should proceed based on evidence, not assumptions just because of his

lowered his

end of the day,

smooth things over, Elliot and Lionel’s expressions remained cold and

serious.

top floor key at this critical moment was clearly aimed at implicating Nathaniel

were found guilty, Nathaniel’s life would be

the garden suddenly

compose himself after his grief, emerged from the mansion with swollen

need to get to the bottom of this. Nathaniel stole the key and sneaked into the top floor, even entering my mother’s room. He’s the prime suspect right now, and I

turned to meet Romello’s tear–filled, angry eyes but remained

masking his intense

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

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 my mother’s case?” Romello

“What do you intend to