Chapter 47
Chapter 47
"Let go of me! Let go! You're filthy!" Angie was spluttering because she was too agitated.
Incidentally, she got slapped as soon as she said that.
"Oh, you think I'm filthy? Why didn't you feel dirty when you were doing those things abroad? You'd still be in that mud pit if James hadn't picked us up last night. Get a hold of yourself!"
Suzette's words stunned Angie.
"Your father drove me out in the pouring rain. Why should I be faithful to him and guard our marriage? My precious daughter, grow up!"
"Y-You two hooked up a long time ago, right?"
"This has nothing to do with you. What do you want from me?" Suzette disregarded Angie's question and pulled her silk nightrobe closer to her. She then walked over to the living room sofa and lit a cigarette.
When Angie looked at the woman in front of her, she thought of her as a total stranger.
She had always seen her mother as the respectable, stately, and elegant Mrs. Grant.
How did she suddenly become someone who smoked, drank, and was slutty?
She couldn't accept it!
"Tell me the truth, Mom. Is it true that I am my father's biological daughter?"
"Of course you are! Whether your father wants you now or not, you are the Grant family's sole heir, so don't worry, my precious daughter. I'll make sure you have everything you want."
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"My business is none of your concern."
"Okay." After Angie calmed down, she realized she had no one to rely on but her mother.
She was therefore forced to put up with it, no matter how unsatisfied she was.
"Can you now explain why you were looking for me earlier?"
"I want you to help me kill Madeline. I've had bad luck ever since she showed up. I have a feeling that as long as I get rid of this woman, everything will be fine!"
"I'm already helping you with this family issue, but things aren't going well. You should get some rest first. I'll let you know as soon as I have good news."
"Mom, can you really help me get rid of Madeline?"
"Foolish child. Of course I can. Anyone who gets in my daughter's way does not deserve to live."
…
Noah fell asleep while he stayed by Madeline's bedside for two hours.
His sleep quality had deteriorated recently, and he hadn't slept so well in a long time, so when he awoke in the morning, he was full of vigor.
His mood was great as well.
He couldn't tell whether his sound sleep was the cause or whether Madeline's presence had anything to do with it.
Although Noah was sitting in his office and staring at the computer screen, his thoughts had already wandered.
He was still thinking about the scene from earlier in the morning.
The person lying next to him was like an insecure child, clutching him tightly with her tiny hands as if she was afraid he would abandon her all by herself.
Her body's subtle fragrance instantly calmed him.
I wonder if she is awake now.
Will she remember I was by her side when she ran a fever?
No, she has never had a conscience. How could she have remembered…
Wayne knocked on the door and walked in while Noah was still thinking.
"S-Sir… Why are you red in the face? Have you got a fever?"
Wayne was about to report the latest findings when he noticed Noah's face was red, and the redness had spread to his ears. Out of concern, he approached Noah right away.
Noah was irritated because his thoughts had been interrupted. He lost his train of thought instantly, and a chill appeared on his face.
"What's the matter?"
"Sir, we have obtained surveillance footage from the manor. Madeline did show up at Felix's place of death."
Wayne quickly became grave after sensing Noah's displeasure and handed over the tablet in his hand.
Noah is truly remarkable. There are no traces of clues at the crime scene, but he correctly guessed who was there!
Wayne was perplexed and moved, but he refrained from saying anything else.
"Destroy everything. Leave no trace."
"Destroy? Sir, based on the video, Madeline and the man next to her are most likely murderers. This is the most important piece of evidence."
"She is not the murderer."
"Sir, you've changed."
"Wayne, I noticed you recently had a lot to say. Don't you have anything to do, or do you have too much time on your hands?" Noah's face instantly darkened.
Wayne couldn't help but feel his legs weaken when he looked at him.
Before Noah sent him to Africa to dig a well, he needed to devise a "cover-up" to keep his job.
"No, no, no, sir. I'm not idle. I noticed that the man in the video gives off a murderer vibe. I'll go find him right away!"
Wayne pointed to the man in black seen on the surveillance video before scurrying out of the office like he was running for his life.
However, barely a minute later, he turned back, red-faced.
"There is one more thing, sir. The Grant family—Mr. Grant is here. Look..."
"Bring him to the meeting room."
"Okay!"
Wayne left immediately after receiving the order, fearing that if he lingered any longer, he would lose his job.
Noah pressed the play button on the surveillance video he had just copied to his phone. He paused the video when it got to the part with the masked man in black.
He zoomed in on the image on the screen to reveal the tattoo on the man's wrist.
A piercing chill flashed through Noah's eyes as he stared at the tattoo.
Lone Wolf?
Why was a small-time retired personal assistant the Lone Wolf's assassination target?
Was Felix that important, or were they after someone else?
With thoughts racing, Noah fixed his attention on the woman in the video.
Wayne personally led Bruno into the Quinton Corporation meeting room, and he appeared to be a little uneasy about it.
He had been here several times before, but the relationship between the Grant and Quincy families was in a better place then. To this day, one of his daughters was the murderer who murdered Gordon
Quincy, while the other daughter had done phony charity to tarnish Gordon's name. His current situation was so stressful that he had been pacing around like a cat on a hot tin roof.
He feared that if the Quincy family became displeased, they would wipe out the Grant family.
"Mr. Hudson, Mr. Quincy..."
"Mr. Grant, please wait a moment. Mr. Quincy will arrive shortly."
"I apologize for the inconvenience." Bruno finally started to feel a little more at ease when he learned that Noah was on his way, and he sat down on the chair in the meeting room while shaking his legs nervously.
The meeting room door was pushed open, and Noah walked in with long strides, straight to the power seat, and sat down elegantly like an emperor in command of all living beings.
When Bruno saw that, he immediately got up. He cautiously walked over to him and eventually stopped about a meter away, not daring to go any closer.
"Mr. Grant, you're here to see me? Is something the matter?"