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.”

keys at the time. But yesterday afternoon, at bodyguard found the keys to

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

from his call and overheard Frank’s words.

sternly, “Mr. Abbott, isn’t your attitude toward them too biased? While

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

Frank lowered

expressing suspicions. At the end of the day, Mr. Jenkins will be the

to smooth things over, Elliot

serious.

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

guilty, Nathaniel’s life would be ruined forever.

the garden suddenly grew

who had managed to compose himself after his grief, emerged from the mansion with swollen eyes and walked straight toward Elliot

key and sneaked into the top floor, even entering my mother’s room. He’s the prime suspect right now, and I demand to

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

lowered his head, masking his intense

life being ruined

you suspected Phoebe was being held captive by me, halting my duties and ordering me to stay home for investigation. It’s been over a week, and there’s been little

you intend to