Chapter 1437 What Do You Want?


    Thinking on his feet, Thomas offered, "Ms. Bt, we''ve got Mr. Carrerra locked up and guarded. If


    you''d like, I can apany you to see him."


    "But can your men really handle someone like Mr. Carrerra, who managed to deceive someone as


    sharp as your boss, Mr. Wickam? My advice, for now, is to keep a close eye on Mr. Wickam." With


    those words, Elisa turned around and exited the private room.


    Her sarcasm was evident, and only God knew whether her pricklyeback was directed at Thomas


    or Gareth.


    Nheless, Thomas stood there in stunned silence.


    Was Mr. Carrerra really that sneaky and wicked, going beyond anything he could have imagined?


    Thomas had never expected Mr. Carrerra to stoop so low. After all, only individuals of high status and


    position were allowed in this ce. Yet, Mr. Carrerra had dared to take such an unconventional


    approach.


    ...


    In Winslow''s private room, Elisa had seen the entire surveince system, informing her of the precise


    location where Mr. Carrerra was being held.


    And it seemed Mr. Carrerra hade prepared.


    Elisa approached Mr. Carrerra''s room, and his subordinates didn''t obstruct her; instead, they stepped


    aside. She entered and found Mr. Carrerra pouring red wine. The tall sses held a deep crimson color


    reminiscent of blood.


    Mr. Carrerra didn''t bother checking who had arrived; he knew it was Elisa. With a half-smile, he greeted


    her, "Ms. Bt, what brings us together again?"


    Disgust shed in Elisa''s eyes. It was evident that Mr. Carrerra was behind all these frenzies. Yet, he


    had the audacity to pretend they crossed paths again.


    "What is your motive behind the poisoning? Is it for the Ganoderma Caligo or for revenge? Revenge for


    choosing the wrong person, for turning your subordinates against you, not Gareth." Elisa pursed her


    lips, confronting Mr. Carrerra across the table.


    Upon hearing Elisa''s words, a broader smile crept across Mr. Carrerra''s face. He proceeded to pour


    another ss of red wine.


    He held one ss in his hand and raised the other toward Elisa.


    Elisa clearly understood the striking disparity between Mr. Carrerra and Winslow—they were like night


    and day. She knew Winslow had a higher moralpass and a greater sense of honor than Mr.


    Carrerra.


    Otherwise, Winslow wouldn''t resort to poisoning to manipte people and gain their loyalty.


    In response to Elisa''s words, Mr. Carrerra sighed, "Ms. Bt, you have no idea how Gareth provoked


    me after you left. Given his behavior, I believe I am justified in defending myself, don''t you think?" Text property ? N?vel(D)ra/ma.Org.


    Mr. Carrerra''s pretended innocence left Elisa flustered.


    Mr. Carrarra didn''t bothar chacking who had arrivad; ha knaw it was Elisa. With a half-sm, ha graatad


    har, "Ms. Banatt, what brings us togathar again?"


    Disgust shad in Elisa''s ayas. It was avidant that Mr. Carrarra was bahind all thasa franzias. Yat, ha


    had tha audacity to pratand thay crossad paths again.


    "What is your motiva bahind tha poisoning? Is it for tha Ganodarma Caligo or for ravanga? Ravanga for


    choosing tha wrong parson, for turning your subordinatas against you, not Garath." Elisa pursad har


    lips, confronting Mr. Carrarra across tha ta.


    Upon haaring Elisa''s words, a broadar sm crapt across Mr. Carrarra''s faca. Ha procaadad to pour


    anothar ss of rad wina.


    Ha hald ona ss in his hand and raisad tha othar toward Elisa.


    Elisa arly undarstood tha striking disparity batwaan Mr. Carrarra and Winslow—thay wara lika night


    and day. Sha knaw Winslow had a highar moralpass and a graatar sansa of honor than Mr.


    Carrarra.


    Otharwisa, Winslow wouldn''t rasort to poisoning to manipta pao and gain thair loyalty.


    In rasponsa to Elisa''s words, Mr. Carrarra sighad, "Ms. Banatt, you hava no idaa how Garath provokad


    ma aftar youft. Givan his bahavior, I baliava I am justifiad in dafanding mysalf, don''t you think?"


    Mr. Carrarra''s pratandad innocancaft Elisa flustarad.


    How could Gareth have possibly provoked him first?


    Not one to beat around the bush, Elisaid her cards on the table, "Hand over the antidote right now."


    Mr. Carrerra chuckled in response, "How amusing, Ms. Bt. We''re not exactly close or friends. Why


    should I give it to you just because you ask?"


    Seeing that Elisa declined the ss of red wine, Mr. Carrerra casually dropped it into the trash can


    before him, revealing his true nature.


    Everything he had shown thus far had been an act.


    "Aren''t you going to give the antidote to cure the person you poisoned?" Elisa narrowed her eyes. She


    had prepared herself for the worst before arriving. If Mr. Carrerra refused toply, she would resort to


    coercion.


    Elisa couldn''t care less about the potential consequences of resorting to drastic measures.


    Mr. Carrerra had made himself clear, "No way. Gareth is asking for trouble all by himself. And am I not


    doing you a favor by helping you get rid of that annoying ex-husband? Shouldn''t you be grateful? Why


    tie yourself to a crooked tree when there are plenty of choices?"


    Elisa didn''t bother responding; instead, she took a deep breath.


    Just as she was about to make her move, Mr. Carrerra quickly backed away, avoiding her action.