As expected, shortly after Sadie returned to the 68th-floor office, Ss arrived with bodyguards to take her: "Come with us!" "What?" Sadie was bewildered.


    Ss wasted no words, signaling, and two bodyguards promptly escorted her down.


    "What are you doing?" Sadie struggled frantically. "Let me go, let me go!"


    She was quickly brought to the conference room on the 66th floor...


    Micah''s grandfather sat in Micah''s leather chair, leaning on a cane. He stared at her with eyes sharp as arrows as if to pierce Sadie with a thousand bolts. "Why are you detainng me?" Sadie demanded angrily.


    "I thought you were just low-born, but you''re vicious too!" Micah''s grandfather said coldly. "How dare you poison Amelia?"


    Sadie''s eyes widened in shock, her face a mask of disbelief. After a moment, she regained herposure and eximed, "I don''t know what you''re talking about! I didn''t do anything!"


    "Enough talk!" Micah''s grandfather had no patience to y games with her. "Come clean, and maybe you can walk away from this in one piece!"


    "I really didn''t..." Sadie was in a panic. "What evidence do you have that I poisoned her? Don''t nder me."


    Micah''s grandfather frowned deeply, his interest in the conversation dwindling fast.


    Ss said calmly, "Miss Amelia didn''t eat anything else today. She only had the coffee you prepared for her. Half an hour ago, she suddenly fell into aa due to poisoning."


    Sadie froze, realizing what she should have anticipated. Amelia had asked her to bring a cup of coffee to the office today and hadn''t given Sadie a hard time about it. In fact, she had even thanked her.


    She had found it odd at the time, wondering why Amelia was so amiable today.


    ''So, the nasty trick had yet toe.''


    "Nothing to say now?" Ss asked, his voice cold.


    "Just because she drank the coffee I prepared, I''m the poisoner?" Sadie countered, desperate. "There''s nock of reasons when you''re eager to use someone! How can you be sure she didn''t eat anything else? She had lunch on the 17th floor."


    "We don''t detain people without cause."


    Ss gestured, and the bodyguard produced a coffee cup sealed in a stic bag, with some of the coffee liquid still inside.


    "I had someone retrieve this cup from Mr. Potter''s office before it could be dealt with. A test confirmed there was poison in it," Ss remarked, pointing at the sealed bag.


    Sadie''s eyes widened in shock. Amelia had gone too far, poisoning the coffee she served to herself and framing Sadie?


    "We shouldn''t waste words on this kind of person!" Micah''s grandfathermanded, "Take her and the evidence to the police."


    "Yes!" Ss nodded, ready to arrange it.


    "I didn''t do it! It''s really not me!" Sadie frantically protested, "Think about it! If I were the one who poisoned her, why wouldn''t I dispose of the poisoned coffee? Why leave it there for hours, waiting for you to test it?" Micah''s grandfather didn''t want to hear any more, gesturing coldly.


    The bodyguard stepped forward, ready to drag Sadie away.


    "Hold on!" At that moment, Micah rushed in, his jacket removed. He wore a white shirt stained with blood on the cor and chest, looking hasty and neglected.


    "Grandpa, the incident happened at mypany. Let me do a thorough investigation first," Micah said.


    "Ss has already done a thorough job for you," Micah''s grandfather replied coldly, "What? Isn''t the evidence conclusive enough?"


    "Cases have rules, and with this scant evidence, you can''t prove a thing." Micah nced at Sadie. "I know this woman; she''s not the brightest bulb in the box and too timid to hurt a fly."


    "What about the coffee, then?" Micah''s grandfather pointed his cane at the cup in question. "Could someone be framing her?"