Upon hearing his words, the three elders exchanged nces. They were slowly starting to believe Lionel.


    His demeanor today waspletely different from yesterday. If he had really done it, he wouldn''t be acting like this now.


    The elders'' gazes shifted to Quennel and Mrs. Mary Rosenberg.


    Looking at them, they couldn''t connect them to the incident. It had nothing to do with them, so why would they go to such trouble?


    They also knew that exposing this matter would bring them nothing but harm.


    If the goal was to get Lionel trending online and ruin his reputation, it was a pointless risk.


    His reputation was already in tatters; it wasn''t worth going to such lengths.


    "Some things can''t be understood with conventional thinking. If this n seeds, I''m the victim, and I''m the one taking the me. So if I''m framed for leaking the meeting''s contents, I''ll be disowned for sure. And if I leave the Rosenberg family, who stands to gain the most?"


    Seeing the elders'' confusion, Lionel offered a meaningful reminder.


    With that, he stood up and asked a nearby servant to prepare a room for him.


    "Until this matter is investigated, I will stay here at the estate. You can have people watch me around the clock, but while you''re watching me, please have them watch those two as well."


    Lionel looked at his mother and brother. “All three of us are suspects right now. It''s not impossible that one of us might try to frame another. So, for the sake of fairness, let''s not have only me under surveince."


    After saying his piece, Lionel headed upstairs, unwilling to waste any more time on pointless arguments.


    It had also suddenly urred to him that having only himself watched would be unfair.


    He was almost certain one of them had done it. If he was being monitored, they would have a perfect opportunity to fabricate new evidence to frame him.


    Now that he had said this, they should understand his point.


    He currently had no way to prove his innocence, so the only thing he could do was get the elders to


    restrict their movements preventing them from creating new evidence to nder him.


    Hearing Lionel''s words, Mrs. Mary Rosenberg nearly fainted. Her body swayed, but


    Quennel, with his quick reflexes, caught her and held her steady.


    "Since you''ve put it that way, I hope the elders will assign people to watch us as well. We wouldn''t want Lionel to feel it''s unfair and then use us after finding some


    so called evidence."


    Quennel''s tone and attitude were as calm as ever, which only deepened Lionel''s suspicion.


    Before going upstairs, Lionel couldn''t help but look back at him a couple of times. A wave of unease washed over him.


    Could it be that Quennel had already prepared new evidence to frame him?


    That would exin why he was so unruffled. If that were the case, it only proved that the man was a master strategist, and Lionel was no match for him.


    At the same time, it meant his own situation was about to be increasingly precarious.


    Damn it. This Quennel hadn''t seemed so terrifying before. How had he be so formidable?