My focus shifted to the investigation into Keenanâs death.
At least, being on my grounds, I had the advantage.
The dead waiter, my subordinate, had received a hefty sum yesterday.
Then, another lead emerged: the waiter had purchased an aphrodisiac yesterday afternoon.
Forensic reports revealed the aphrodisiac was of poor quality.
Both the waiter and Keenan succumbed to its effects-excessive indulgence and drug poisoning.
Keenanâs presence in that room last night stemmed from an appointment made under Debraâs name with a mysterious number.
I trusted Debra.
That number couldnât be hers, and the message to meet Keenan was not hers.
The individual who arranged the meeting with Keenan likely bribed the waiter.
Every clue pointed to someone framing Debra and orchestrating her entanglement with Keenan.
The thought of someone attempting to tarnish Debraâs name and endanger her at our engagement party filled me with rage.
Even though our engagement was not real, I couldnât tolerate such a vile act.
Andrewâs POV:
Gritting my teeth, I instructed my assistant in a low voice, âTrace this unknown number and gather all information linked to the bank card used to transfer money to the waiter.
â
Whoever it was, Iâd expose them.
George, my assistant, furrowed his brow in thought.
After a hesitant pause, he asked, âWill you pursue this regardless of whoâs behind it?â
âDo I have a choice?â I countered, my gaze turning icy.
âSomeone was murdered on my property.
If I donât retaliate, I could be next.
â
George, a seasoned and capable individual, had witnessed his fair share in his years working for me.
He quickly grasped the situationâs seriousness and recommitted, âDonât worry, sir.
Iâll find the culprit.
No one disrespects your authority.
â
I dismissed him, confident in his loyalty.
Exhaustion washed over me as I settled onto the sofa, massaging my temples.
We had uncovered most of the evidence, though we hadnât found the mastermind.
Regardless, I had enough to prove Debraâs innocence.
Resolute, I collected the evidence and headed towards Debbie and her sonâs room.
The bodyguards stationed there readily opened the door upon seeing me.
However, before entering, I was met with the sound of Debbieâs sobbing.
âMy husband gone so soon! How can we possibly go on without him? Life is pointless now! I donât want to live anymore!â