Chapter 93
Chapter 93 The Suspect
Macey was obviously shocked by Willard’s imposing manner. After a moment of absent–mindedness, she shouted righteously,
“At that time, I told you to prepare two mints in case of emergencies. You insisted on one! Now, Lamont didn’t eat it, but another
man died for it!”
Her words made Willard speechless.
“Give me an explanation. What should we do now?”
After gaining the upper hand, Macey didn’t stop, continuously interrogating him.
A trace of viciousness flashed across Willard’s face. “Then make sure he can’t come
out!”
“What do you mean?”
Willard did not answer. Instead, he slowly returned to his chair and poured himself a
cup of tea.
“I say, can you be a little more attentive? You hold this broken teapot all day long!” Macey was so angry that she took the dark–
red enameled teapot from Willard’s hand and slammed it on the corner of the table.
Crack.
Willard’s expression instantly darkened and there was no hint of a smile in his eyes.
Facing Willard’s sullen face, Macey waved her hand nonchalantly. “I didn’t do it on purpose. I didn’t expect your teapot to be so
fragile. I’ll buy one for you another day.”
Willard could even feel his blood boiling.
He desperately clenched his fists and took a few deep breaths before calming down.
“No need. It’s just a dark–red enameled teapot,” he said as he bent down and picked up
the fragments. “I have more at home.”
After he was done, Willard clapped and stood up straight. “Didn’t you just say that Lamont would definitely be aware of our
actions? It just so happens that he’s now taken
to the police station. Let him stay there forever.”
“You mean to make him our scapegoat?”
“Why not?”
Willard seemed to be talking about something that had nothing to do with him. “In any case, our goal is to make him disappear.
Right now, we’re just changing the way we do
it.”
“Then...”
Macey looked at Willard with anticipation.
“I’ll deal with it. You don’t have to worry about it.‘
”
Hearing this, Macey patted Willard’s chest in relief. “As I said, I will rest assured after leaving the matter to you.”
Lamont, who was brought to the police station as a suspect, was not flustered at all. Instead, he calmly looked at the newspaper
provided by the police station.
“Mr. Byron, I’m sorry.”
Miriam glanced at the security guard who was standing beside Lamont with a serious face and muttered in a low voice.
“What do you mean by sorry?”
Lamont shook the newspaper and flipped to the next side.
“About that mint.” Miriam’s voice became smaller and smaller, almost inaudible, “Ms. Aylward told me to prepare mint for you.
She also told me that you didn’t like to eat mints of other brands and especially gave me that one.”
“When did it happen?”
Lamont’s eyes paused for a moment, then he continued to browse the newspaper as if
nothing had happened.
“This morning. When Ms. Aylward came to the company to meet you, she asked me to put it in your briefcase. I forgot to tell you
as soon as there were so many matters.”
Miriam regretted it so much. If she knew that Ms. Aylward was so vicious to her own
son, she would have been more careful.
“It has nothing to do with you.”
Lamont let out a long breath and folded the newspaper, placing it on the table at the
side.
This matter was within his expectations, but Macey almost succeeded.
At this moment, footsteps could be heard from far and near outside.
The door of the room was suddenly opened. It was still the police officer that had
brought Lamont here. However, the current him seemed to be much more confident
than a few hours ago.
“Mr. Byron, according to the inspection of the technicians, the composition of sodium
cyanide was tested on that piece of wrapping paper. A large amount of sodium cyanide was also found in the body of the
deceased. There is sufficient evidence. According to the regulations, you should be detained tonight.”
“Okay, I will apply to obtain a guarantor pending trial.”
Lamont slowly said these words.
However, what Lamont didn’t expect was that the police officer in front of him had a troubled expression and directly rejected his
request. “Mr. Byron, I’m afraid that you don’t have the qualifications to do so.”
“Why?”
Lamont suddenly stood up from the chair.
“An informant reported that you are involved in a black market transaction case, so you are not qualified.” The police officer
explained as he took out a pair of handcuffs from his waist, “Sorry, Mr. Byron.”
“Wait, then I should be qualified to say a few words to my assistant, right?”
“Please do as you please.”
Lamont signaled Miriam with his eyes, and they walked to the corner of the room.
“After you leave here, wait for two days, but it is best to send a string of codes to the number pasted on the back of my table
before the court session begins.”
“Codes?” Miriam was somewhat puzzled.
“Well, anything is fine. Just send it out.”
After that, without waiting for Miriam to respond, Lamont tidied up his suit and walked straight to the police officer waiting in front
of the door.
Miriam was still stunned in place.
Black market transaction?
What the hell was going on?
What the hell were Macey and Lamont doing?
That night, the Mullen family gathered in the living room to watch the latest news about the interview storm.
“According to the police report, the man who fainted and bled with his nose and mouth at the interview today died before the
ambulance arrived at the hotel. According to the forensics, this man has a lot of sodium cyanide in his body...”
“What... Sodium cyanide.”
Daron took a deep breath.
Sodium cyanide was a highly toxic chemical substance. If one consumed sodium cyanide that was greater than 300 mg in one
go, he could die in seconds to five minutes.
It could be said that as long as one was drugged by someone with such a method, he would undoubtedly die.
Ordinary people would not be able to come into contact with such a chemical substance, but now that it was used on a gathering
of more than a hundred people, the culprit was truly malicious.
The report on the television continued.
“And the biggest suspect in this case is the son of a noble family. He is now under the control of the police. There is even news
that this gentleman is involved in a large black
market transaction...”
Although the suspect’s face had been covered with a pattern, everyone could clearly
recognize that it was Lamont.
“Is it actually him?”
Eden pushed up the glasses on his nose with a look of disbelief.
Although Amelie was expressionless, she was shocked in her heart.
If Amelie guessed correctly, this must be Macey’s trick. No, it was the joint plan of her
and Willard.
However, this method was inevitably a little too vicious. In order to frame Lamont, they even killed an innocent person.
On TV, the family of the deceased was crying hysterically about this disaster. The tragic sound passed through the screen like a
big hand, striking everyone’s heart.