Chapter 346

Isabella Langley had already received word that Evelyn Roland intended to deliver medicine to Julian Roscente. Without hesitation, she altered her plans and secretly swapped the medication. Framing Evelyn was child's play for her.

These six captured men would never lead back to her.

Besides, her father had planted his own people within the police department. Soon, they would force Evelyn to confess through special means.

"Adrian, I'm starving. Let's grab something to eat." Isabella rubbed her stomach, her voice dripping with sweetness.

Adrian Valentine didn't even glance her way. His icy gaze remained fixed on the six suspects. He strode toward the leader, his expression hardening.

A four-leaf clover tattoo marked the back of the man's neck.

Adrian had seen that tattoo before.

The night Julian was attacked.

"You killed Julian Roscente." Adrian's voice was glacial as he stood before the man.

The man grinned, his thin mustache twitching. "That's right."

Isabella shot him a subtle look, and he responded with a reassuring nod.

Adrian didn't miss a thing.

So Isabella was involved.

She had also been present when Christian Lefèvre was murdered.

A chill ran down Adrian's spine as a horrifying realization exploded in his mind.

Christian Lefèvre. Victor Ashcroft. Julian Roscente.

His three most trusted allies—all met with tragedy when Isabella or Evelyn were nearby.

If Isabella had orchestrated all of this...

Then his wife...

His legs nearly gave out beneath him.

"Mr. Valentine, we need to take them in for questioning now," an officer cautiously reminded him.

Adrian nodded mechanically.

Meanwhile, in the interrogation room.

Evelyn sat handcuffed to a chair.

Across from her, Officer Nanyang glared with razor-sharp intensity. "Evelyn Roland, confess now, and things will go easier for you."

Evelyn lifted her eyes lazily. "Confess to what?"

Nanyang held up a ceramic vial. "This contains poison. Why were you trying to give it to Julian Roscente?"

"That cheap thing isn't mine." Evelyn smirked. "My porcelain vial is priceless. You think I'd use this trash? Or are you not worried about contaminating the evidence?"

Nanyang's face darkened. "Looks like you won't talk unless we get rough."

"Planning to torture me?" Her gaze turned arctic.

She knew exactly what that blinding interrogation light could do—it would ruin her eyesight.

Vincent Langley's influence had clearly reached the police.

Nanyang sneered. "Make this easy on yourself."

"And if I'm innocent? You think a flimsy bottle is enough to convict me?" Evelyn didn't back down an inch.

"No one walks out of here once we've got them." Nanyang slammed his palm on the table. "Talk! Did you kill him or not?"