FakeNovelChapter 1309: People always thought someone as powerful as Nate would never falter. Seeing him develop a weakness was unsettling, especially for those who had always viewed him as untouchable.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtTheir conversation flowed naturally until the car rolled to a stop in front of the Ford Group headquarters. Without hesitation, Corrine opened the door and stepped out.
Natasha approached Corrine, balancing a pile of papers in her arms. “Jules has arrived. He's waiting for you in your office." Corrine's eyes briefly showed surprise. “Alright.” She strode into her office and spotted Jules lounging on the sofa, cigarette smoke curling around him. As soon as he saw her, he crushed the cigarette into the ashtray and hurried to push the window open. "You're late." "I visited a friend." Corrine placed her bag on the desk and met his gaze. "Why call the way here? Is something wrong?" Jules slid one hand into his pocket and leaned back on the sofa. "I stopped by the police station today." Corrine's face tensed at his words. "Did you learn anything?" Barry had fallen ill and died suddenly while in police custody. To keep things from getting messy, the whole incident had been hushed up. But now, with Jules showing up out of the blue, had something gone wrong with Arion? Seeing the worry in Corrine's eyes, Jules quickly put her at ease. "Relax. Everything's under control. The investigation points straight to the guard on duty." Corrine's brow arched slightly. "So, the guard poisoned Barry?" "That's the current theory." Jules turned a lighter over in his hands, his voice measured. "They've arrested him, but he won't talk. Even with all the proof, we can't charge him yet." "Have they confirmed the exact cause of death?" Corrine asked.
Correct origin: govtJules nodded. "The coroner's report is clear-hydrogen cyanide poisoning." When too much of the toxin builds up, it mainly triggers chest pain and a racing heart.
Jules had been smoking more than ever lately. As he mulled things over, his fingers automatically reached for another cigarette.
Corrine broke the silence. "Where's the guard now?" Jules paused, then pulled the unlit cigarette from his lips. "He's in custody." Sensing her unease, he offered a reassuring explanation. "Don't worry. The men guarding him are..." Arion's most trusted people are guarding him closely. They're making sure he stays cut off from the outside world and doesn't do anything reckless-like taking his own life out of guilt.
That guard was their only lead. If anything happened to him, the fallout would be huge, and the entire police force would be in deep trouble. Too many people have a stake in this. One wrong move, and it could change everything.
Noticing Jules seemed preoccupied, Corrine narrowed her eyes. Are you ve keeping something from me?"
Jules smirked. "What could I possibly ding from be hiding from you?
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