Chapter 985
Elliot remained silent, his gaze deep as he awaited the reports from the Seventh Division.
“Mr. Jenkins, we didn’t find any significant findings in Mr. Romello’s room.”
“Mr. Jenkins, there’s nothing on the top floor either.”
“Mr. Jenkins…”
Elliot listened attentively, ncing at the group of servants, bodyguards, and Frank gathered in the
garden.
Upon hearing the reports, Frank maintained a calm andposed expression, seemingly expecting
such results.
Narrowing his eyes, Elliot continued with a probing tone, “Everyone, search the mansion’s garden. and
backyard again, leaving no detail unchecked.”
Frank lowered his head slightly and clenched his fists.
After all, he knew what had happened in the backyard.
Elliot noticed Frank’s strange behavior but said nothing. Instead, he led Lionel and Logan to inspect the
garden and backyard once more.
While examining the garden, Frank maintained aposed demeanor.
Elliot then proceeded to the backyard, reiterating his orders, “Focus on inspecting the backyard.
thoroughly.”
Frank’s fists tightened with each step, silently following Elliot’s lead.
Lionel discovered some ss shards beneath flower pots in the backyard, carefully picking them up
with rubber gloves and presenting them to Elliot.
“Elliot, take a look at this.”
Soon, other soldiers found more ss shards in inconspicuous patches of grass.
Watching silently from the sidelines, Frank gulped nervously, recalling the hurried disposal of ss
tubes a few days prior, forgetting about the stray ss shards scattered around.
Elliot gathered all the ss pieces.
He noticed their identical material and the absence of dust, indicating they were recent.
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With a stern gaze, he turned toward Frank in the corner and asked, “Why are the shards in the
backyard? What happened at the Nicholls residence in the past few days?”
Frank’s lips twitched as he respectfully replied, “A couple of days ago, a servant broke a ss cup.
Probably out ofziness, they didn’t dispose of it properly and carelessly threw the broken ss into
the backyard bushes. Mr. Jenkins, I apologize for my mismanagement.”
Elliot, wearing ck leather gloves, picked up the shards once more.
The ss was exceptionally thin, clearly not from a ss cup. However, he did not argue, instructing
Lionel to package the evidence and take it back to the National Investigation Bureau.
Before leaving, he turned back, his gaze sharp as itnded on Frank.
“Logan, take Mr. Abbott with you and bring him to the interrogation room for a chat. I’ll handle the
questioning myself.”
“Yes, Mr. Jenkins.”
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Frank was stunned and protested, “Huh? Mr. Jenkins, I haven’t done anything wrong! Why am I being
taken to the interrogation room?”
Approaching him, Logan handcuffed Frank, stating, “Concealment and failure to report makes you
complicit, which earns you equal punishment as the perpetrator, Mr. Abbott, in all the years Mr. Jenkins
has been closing cases, no one has been able to outsmart him. Please,e with us to the National
Investigation Bureau’s interrogation room for a one–day tour.”
Frank’s face paled, but he remained silent.
Sheena did not go to the Lawson Group that morning as Howard was taking Phoebe to theb for
further rehabilitation treatment, and she apanied them.
Phoebe had spent the whole day receiving IVs and special medications.
Although her condition had improved slightly, her mental state did not show much improvement.
She remained aloof, not recognizing anyone except for a faint reaction when Romello’s name was
mentioned.
Howard kissed her hand repeatedly, his anxious heart finding nofort.
Sheena watched silently, sighing inwardly.
As a bystander, she could not help much, especially concerning Howard and Phoebe’s
rtionship issues.