Chapter 332
"The phone hasn't been on me for a while."
Daniel Murphy slumped on the ground, gasping like a dying dog. His entire body burned with pain, his throat parched. Survival was all he cared about now.
Bianca Savigny's smile froze.
"Voice characteristics of the caller?"
"A woman... used a voice changer..." Daniel winced, struggling to speak. "I've told you everything... please..."
His arms hung limp at his sides, his consciousness fading.
Crack!
With a swift twist and push, Bianca realigned his dislocated joints.
Daniel gasped.
"Just a dislocation." Bianca smirked.
Terror seized him. He dropped to his knees, forehead thudding against the floor. "Spare me, ma'am! I was blind not to recognize your powerโ"
Evelyn Roland ignored his pleas, turning to Bianca. "Is the team here?"
"Waiting in the parking lot."
"Take him."
"Where are you taking me?" Daniel's eyes bulged with panic.
A towering man entered, lifting him like a sack of potatoes.
"Let me go!"
Daniel flailed helplessly in midair. Just then, crisp footsteps echoed down the hallway.
Three pairs of polished dress shoes approached in unison.
"Help! Officers, save me!"
Sobs and snot streaked Daniel's face.
"Silence."
A swift chop to the neck from the lead officer, and darkness swallowed him.
"Julian, he's yours."
Julian Roland scanned his sister. "No injuries?"
"Not a scratch."
The entire operation unfolded without a single employee noticing.
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In the interrogation room, Daniel spilled every detail of his crimes like a broken dam.
Julian's expression darkened. If not for the badge on his chest, he'd have strangled the bastard himself.
"Sir... can I leave now?"
"Leave?" Julian scoffed. "You'll be retiring behind bars."
As he walked away, agonized wails followed him.
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By dawn, an official statement dominated headlines:
[@Chรขteau Blanc Poisoned Wine Case Solved. Mastermind Daniel Murphy Arrested. Investigation confirms Chรขteau Blanc as the victim. Public urged to refrain from spreading rumors. Justice prevails.]