"Damn woman." Inside the luxury car, Gilbert loosened his tie, glaring at the neat bite mark on his arm and cursing under his breath.
Was she a dog, to sink her teeth into him like that?
He pressed harder on the accelerator, speeding toward the Watson Castle.
Just then, his phone rang.
He answered.
"Mr. Watson, we investigated everyone from last night and reviewed all surveillance footage. There's no proof that Emma Miler was the one who drugged them. We can only confirm she was involved, but not directly. What's more, Emily Oliver and Gloria Scott, who weren't even invited, showed up. The whole thing is suspicious, and it's hard to pinpoint who was behind it." ColdBlood reported.
"Alright, I understand." Gilbert's eyes glinted with a dangerous chill as he ordered, "From now on, have someone follow Emily and Emma . Report to me immediately if anything happens."
"Yes, sir."
He hung up, his gaze deep and unreadable.
