Chapter 971


    Chapter 971


    The two bodyguards returned from E&S Haven to the Nicholls residence, one limping while the other supported him.


    They knocked on Romello’s study door.


    “Come in.”


    The two men entered, visibly struggling


    “What''s going on? Where’s Gabrielle?”


    “Mr. Romello, Ms. Gabrielle is staying at the Jenkins estate and won''t being back.”


    Romello set down his pen, raising an eyebrow. “Well, isn’t that convenient? Then why are you two back here?”


    The bodyguards grimaced.


    “Mrs. Jenkins forced us out and had Ford and a few others beat us up, telling us to go


    back to where we came from.”


    Romello threw a teacup at them.


    The teacup shattered at their feet, the sound echoing with anger as Romello’s frustration


    boiled over.


    “You worthless bunch! Get the hell out of here!”


    His face darkened as he rubbed his temples, feeling a headacheing on


    Phoebe was being monitored closely, and Gabrielle’s naivety caused more harm than


    good.


    It was a troublesome situation.


    He opened a drawer and retrieved a colorless, tasteless crystalline substance resembling rock candy.


    Inhaling deeply, he felt the intense stimtion soothe his nerves, bringing him some relief.


    Aknock interrupted his thoughts.


    Romello hastily stashed the crystal away andposed himself.


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    The door opened, and Frank approached respectfully, handing something over to Romello.


    Romello nced at the thing and found it was a rooftop key dirtied with mud—the same key he had given Frank.


    “Where did you find it?” Romello asked.


    “In the garden, buried in the soil, hidden under the bushes. Only a tiny bit of gold trim was showing, so it took us all night to find


    it.”


    Romello picked up the key, his fingers smudged with dirt.


    The pleasurable sensation from the crystalline substance calmed his nerves, and it was rare for him not to lose his temper


    immediately.


    “Uncle Frank, tell me your theory.”


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    “So, he likely intended to return the key discreetly but realized | was onto him and hastily threw it out of the room, leading to this


    situation.”


    Frank nodded in agreement. “That makes sense.”


    Romello chuckled oddly, his eyes gradually turning cold, quickly reced by seething


    anger.


    In a fit of rage, he overturned all the documents on his desk, even smashing the


    computer.


    “Nathaniel, that bastard!”


    The key was in his possession, and he must have also stolen the missing potion from the rooftop.


    Just as he expected, Nathaniel had conspired with Sheena to plot against him!


    The consequences would be dire if the potion ended up in Elliot’s hands.