Chapter 179 Nice Try With The Powder
“Who called this in?<b>” </b>
The officers nced over the scene, brows knitting tightly.
“What happened to the woman on the ground?”
“Officer, thisdy suddenly coughed up blood and copsed. The woman beside her is her servant, yet instead of calling for an ambnce right away, she tried to frame me, iming I poisoned her. That’s why I called the police–and an ambnce. I imagine it should be here any minute.”
Natalie spoke clearly and logically, beating Lucy to the punch.
At that moment, the ambnce pulled up with a wail of sirens.
Following protocol, they prioritized saving lives; Quincy was lifted onto a stretcher and rushed
away.
Chris hurried over to Natalie.
“Miss, what happened?”
“Nothing.”
Natalie’s tone was light, dismissive.
Some officers followed the ambnce to the hospital, while Lucy and Natalie were kept
behind.
The police pulled footage from the boutique’s cameras. The angle was perfect–Natalie had entered facing the lens directly, every movement captured with absolute rity, down to the smallest detail.
From the moment she stepped inside to the moment Quincy spoke to her, there had always been a person’s distance between them.
Even when Quincy stepped closer, mistaking her for someone else, Natalie had instinctively shifted back, maintaining a safe space.
With that distance, neither Natalie nor Quincy could have done anything discreet; every gesture would have been visible.
<b>The </b><b>footage </b>showed inly that there had been no physical <b>contact </b>between them.
When Lucy saw the video, her face drained of color.
She had never considered the possibility of such a sharp camera angle.
<i>Could </i>it <i>be </i>that <i>this </i><i>woman </i>had <i>been </i><i>on </i><i>guard </i><i>from </i><i>the </i><i>very </i><i>moment </i><i>she </i><i>walked </i>in<i>? </i>
The thought chilled her.
“Who are you?” Her voice trembled. <fn8510> ?????? ???? f?i?n?d?n?o?v?e?l?</fn8510>
Natalie let out a coldugh. “You’re not qualified to know.”
The steely look in her eyes, the force in her bearing–this was nothing like the Natalie raised by the Summers family.
Chris stepped forward, his voice edged with lethal intent. “Who gave you the courage to frame our Miss?”
Lucy’s legs nearly buckled.
“Miss? Whose… whose miss are you?”
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Natalie didn’t even spare her a nce this time.
She turned instead to the officers. “Officer, I walked in here to buy clothes and was ndered. I demand a reasonable exnation from this woman.”
“No–I didn’t nder you! It has to be you. Otherwise why would Madam, perfectly fine while shopping, suddenly copse from poisoning after seeing you?”
Lucy blurted frantically, “Officer, I suspect she’s carrying poison powder on her!”
It was the stuff Sharon had bought off the ck market.
In food, the powder dissolved without color or taste; but brushed against clothing or skin, it left ck stains behind.
Lucy’s eyes darted to the dark marks on Natalie’s sleeve, and triumph curled across her lips.
“Officer, look at her sleeve! That’s definitely poison powder!”
She thought she had found irrefutable proof, and pointed at Natalie’s cuff with a feverish excitement.
“Fool.”
<b>Natalie </b>sneered, not even bothering to argue.
But the officers exchanged nces; with a silent signal, one of them stepped forward and <b>seized </b>Lucy instead.
“What are you doing? You’ve got the
wrong person!”
Lucy froze, stunned.
Natalie didn’t even feel the urge to defend herself.
Chris, with a trace of mercy, spoke up.
“Miss, from the moment the officers arrived, they haven’t found any source of poison. Yet you managed to identify the powder instantly. Isn’t that a confession in itself? And our Miss never touched your Madam after entering. Do yourself a favor–if you want to frame someone next time, at least try harder. Otherwise, do you really think everyone is as stupid as you?”
The color drained further from Lucy’s face.
“No–it wasn’t me! It really wasn’t! It was her! Officer, you have to believe me!”
She struggled and pleaded, but the officers waved her off, signaling for their colleagues to take her away. Still, one of them turned back to Natalie.
“Miss, what your man said makes sense. Still, we’ll need you toe to the station for questioning. We need to determine the source of the powder on your sleeve.”
“Fine.”
Natalie didn’t refuse.
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Chris, however, grew uneasy.
<i>The </i><i>Miss </i><i>goes </i><i>shopping </i><i>and </i><i>ends </i><i>up </i><i>hauled </i><i>to </i><i>the </i><i>police </i><i>station</i><i>—</i><i>doesn’t </i><i>that </i><i>make </i><i>this </i><i>my </i><i>failure</i><i>? </i>
Before Natalie noticed, he quickly sent a message to Baron.
“Mr. Baron, Natalie has been taken to the station. What should we do?”
Baron had just returned with groceries, ready to impress Natalie with a home–cooked meal, when the text arrived.
His <b>eyes </b>went cold at once.
<b>“</b><b>What </b>happened?”