Chapter 989
Elliot’s obsidian eyes remained calm, exuding a confident composure.
He glanced at Lionel, who diligently recorded every word, signaling him to ensure nothing was
missed.
Lionel nodded tacitly.
Frank began to confess, “Mr. Romello did indeed imprison Madam Nicholls and Ms. Phoebe. He purchased a batch of drugs on the dark web, the same ones you have in your hands, but I don’t know the specific names or how they were administered. I only know that Mr. Romello initially imprisoned Madam Nicholls to gain control of the Nicholls family. He gained power with strong support from the Reynolds Group.”
He paused for a moment, then continued, “Mr. Romello mentioned that Madam Nicholls had mental issues due to Old Man Nicholl’s insistence on including Mr. Nathaniel in the family lineage. He believed that giving her some medication would keep it discreet…”
Lionel listened with simmering anger, letting out a disdainful chuckle.
“He managed to hide it well. For years after gaining power, no one suspected a thing. If he hadn’t become more brazen, daring to repeat his actions with Phoebe, the secret of the top floor of the Nicholls residence might have remained undiscovered.”
Elliot’s expression darkened, and he lightly tapped the table as he ordered coldly, “Go on. What about Madam Nicholls’s death?”
Frank sighed regretfully. “I truly don’t know about that. The day after the banquet, Mr. Romello only ordered me to have people dispose of all the suspicious items from the top floor. Madam Nicholls genuinely passed away unexpectedly late at night.”
Elliot pondered for a moment, adjusting his military sleeve cuffs.
He looked at Lionel and said, “Keep listening. Make sure all details regarding time and location are precise and detailed, and the transcripts must be complete. Later, organize all testimonies and bring them to my desk.”
“Yes,” Lionel replied, then left the interrogation room to summon Logan.
“Search the Nicholls residence again, especially focusing on Romello’s bedroom and study. Don’t overlook anything suspicious,” Elliot instructed Logan.
As soon as Logan left, Elliot’s phone rang.
The caller ID displayed “Honey Baby“.
Without hesitation, he answered the call.
Nana, what’s the matter?”
Sheena’s voice over the phone carried excitement.
“Honey, Phoebe’s psychological evaluation results are out. There are clear signs of hypnosis. I’ve organized the findings from the evaluator, and I’m now outside the National Investigation Bureau.”
Elliot was mildly surprised and asked, “You’re personally delivering the evidence files?”
“Mmhmm. But isn’t the National Investigation Bureau a restricted area?”
Elliot hurried–downstairs toward the entrance, saying, “Just stay where you are. I’ll be right out to meet you.”
As he rushed, he sniffed at his sleeve, checking for any lingering odor of cigarette smoke. Reaching the entrance, he spotted the familiar slender figure pacing back and forth.
Without hesitation, he swiftly approached and scooped her up.
“Aren’t you tired from last night? Why aren’t you getting some more rest? You even come all the way here to deliver evidence.”
Sheena replied, “Howard is in the lab with Phoebe while she is getting treatment. I had nothing. much to do, so I thought I’d bring the evidence for him. Take a look.”
Elliot glanced casually and smiled.
“Very good. With the physical and testimonial evidence here, Romello’s charges of unlawful detention and hypnosis are now solid.”
Sheena cupped his face in her hands and planted a sweet kiss on his lips, not sparing any praise.
“You’re amazing, honey.”
Elliot frowned slightly, not entirely satisfied.
“Just amazing?”
Sheena teased back, raising her eyebrows.
“What else? If I praise you any further, your ego might reach the stars.”
Elliot chuckled and leaned in close to her ear.
“Seems like you aren’t entirely satisfied with me
I’ll make sure to serve you well tonight and show
you how great your husband can be, making sure you give me a five–star rating.”
She giggled, her eyes shining brightly.
Chapter
“It’s almost noon. Since it’s your first visit to the National Investigation Bureau, I’ll give you a tour
of my office and let you taste the food prepared by the chef here,” Elliot suggested.
Sheena nodded, allowing him to carry her.
