Half an hour after Andrew left, Chantelle arrived at the scene withw enforcement officers.


    The medical examiner immediately rushed over to examine the body. Then, he looked up and reported, "Ms. Garcia, the cause of death is skull pration by a golden acupuncture needle. It''s hard to imagine that a needle meant for healing could have such lethal power."


    Chantelle''s expression darkened as she responded with a curt mumble without saying anything further.


    The officer who had been checking the victim''s information said, "Ms. Garcia, we''ve confirmed the victim''s identity. His name was Rio Atkins-Mosby''s senior apprentice. He was somewhat of a celebrity in Blumedale!"


    "Package the body and send it to the deceased''s family," Chantelle ordered coldly.


    One of the officers asked, "Ms. Garcia, should we issue a warrant?"


    Chantelle shook her head. "No need. I know who the killer is."


    The officer smiled. "That makes things easier. Ms. Garcia, you can lead us to make the arrest. This guy was ruthless he smashed Rio''s facepletely. Not to mention his chest, with who knows how many broken bones. We need to bring this ouw to justice..."


    Chantelle said tly, "There''s no need to make an arrest. The killer, knowing the severity of his crime, couldn''t bear to continue living. By now, he''s already jumped into the river and drowned himself."


    The investigating officer, being somewhat slow on the uptake, asked dryly, "Ms. Garcia, which river did the perpetrator drown in? I''ll send a team to recover the body immediately."


    Chantelle looked at him, practically gritting her teeth as she replied, "Not only did the killer drown, but his body waspletely devoured by piranhas in the river. Those piranhas were then all electrocuted by some fishermen. And those fishermen have all been thrown in jail. So, do you still want to continue the investigation?"


    The single-minded officer gave a forced chuckle and quickly replied, "No more investigation needed! Your word is all we need!"


    In his mind, he was secretly wondering if the killer might be that ice queen''s pretty boy toy. Her cover-up could not have been more obvious.


    Inside Serenity Vi, Andrew put down the food bag and took off his jacket.


    "Come out and eat. I brought you something good," he called out, pping his hands a couple of times.


    Natasha immediately sauntered over, her curvy hips swaying, with Dn following close behind. Aspen, wearing pajamas and sporting a cold expression on her pretty face, also opened her door and came out.


    Andrewid out the barbecue, and everyone began devouring it ravenously. Andrew could tolerate Dn and Natasha''sck of table manners, but seeing the little maid eat like she was starving really bothered him.


    "What''s going on? Didn''t you have dinner?" Andrew turned to look at her.


    Aspen''s face reddened slightly, but her voice remained ice-cold. "No, I didn''t. I workedte and just got back."


    Andrew frowned. "No matter how busy you are, you need to eat on time." "My business is none of your concern," Aspen replied with a frosty expression. Andrew just smiled, choosing to spare the little servant some dignity.


    Natasha winked suggestively. "Darling, where''s that dominant attitude of yours? Let me tell you, some women actually like it when you''re forceful. The more gentle and nice you are to them, the more ufortable they feel, and the less respect they show you."


    "Really?" Andrew asked skeptically.


    "Really!" Natasha replied with a seductive smile. "For example, our precious Aspen is exactly that type of person."


    Aspen exploded with anger. "Madam Vostokoff, please don''t make baseless usations!"


    After shouting, she threw down her napkin and stormed back to her room, mming the door with a loud bang.


    "Darling, I think that maid of yours needs to be disciplined," Natasha said with a cold snort.


    Dn chimed in with a smile. "Mr. Lloyd, pardon my intrusion, but I agree with Natasha. She definitely needs to be disciplined!"


    Andrew sat down with a headache. "Fine, I should handle it. But tell me, how should I deal with her?"


    Natasha and Dn simultaneously punched the air and eximed, "Do her!" Andrew fell silent-deeply silent.


    The next day dawned clear and bright, a rare, beautiful day. When Andrew walked into the kitchen, he found no breakfast prepared. His smile quickly turned cold. He had let the little maid off oncest night, but he had not expected her to be even more defiant.


    Perhaps Natasha was right-Aspen really did need some discipline.


    However, when Andrew burst into her room, he found the bed neatly made and no sign of Aspen. Looking outside, he saw that the Ferrari was gone too.


    Andrew felt an urge to rush to thepany and give that little maid a good thrashing. However, Tiana had already repeatedly urged him to deliver the medicine for her breakthrough.


    So, Andrew had to put aside thoughts of making Aspen''s backside bloom with pain and headed to the Rhodes residence instead.