“The housekeeper said that she was busy working on the first floor when Ms. Wood came to her, saying that she heard Old Mrs. Faulkner’s angry voice from the study and was worried that Old Mrs. Faulkner’s health would be affected. She told the housekeeper to call the police as well as the ambulance. As for the news making it to the media outlet, Ms. Wood was responsible for that as well.
“The news of Old Mrs. Faulkner’s passing wasn’t known to many, and the Public Relations Department could have easily distracted the reporters with other news. But Ms. Wood’s brother caught wind of what happened. He shared the news with the reporters, and he, too, was the one who called the other members of the Faulkner family and told them about the incident.”
Armand continued smoking. He had a stoic expression the entire time Steven reported the matter, looking terrifyingly calm.
“The one who had been pursuing Genevieve relentlessly… Was it my aunt or Marilyn?”
“It was Marilyn. Her men had used Mrs. Faulkner’s ring to find her and Patrick,” answered Steven, turning on his phone and handing it to Armand.
“Ms. Wood did a good job covering her tracks, but I guess she never expected the killers she hired to double-cross her. One of them set up a hidden camera in the car, and when I caught him, he handed me the video after I offered to give him enough money to leave the country safely.”
Steven had just gotten the video the previous night. One minute into the video and he was already repulsed, but he bit the bullet and finished watching it.
It was so horrible that he wanted Marilyn to burn in hell for all eternity.
He never thought about destroying that video. Instead, he made a copy and gave it to Armand.
Patrick might not be Steven’s brother by blood, but he had watched the kid grow up and concerned himself with his matters. He had long seen Patrick as his actual brother.
Marilyn had cruelly forced Patrick to his death. Hence, Steven was determined to avenge his brother.
Armand played the video on his phone and saw how Genevieve was dragged into the car. He heard the conversation she had with Marilyn and saw a man tearing Genevieve’s shirt apart and using a cigarette to burn her. After that, he saw the man mercilessly break Genevieve’s wrist and her screaming in agony.
Heavy rain poured down on Genevieve. She was in so much pain that she was trembling. In an attempt to lessen the pain, she curled herself up.
There she lay, looking like a dying fawn.
Then he saw Patrick rushing over in his car. Patrick dealt with those men easily, but then someone else pointed a gun at Genevieve’s temple. He had no choice but to stop fighting. Armand heard what Patrick said and watched as Patrick took the poison without hesitating. He also witnessed Genevieve hugging the dead Patrick and crying hopelessly on her knees in the rain.
Armand didn’t even know how he managed to finish watching that video. He kept staring at the screen, and his heart felt as though it was being gripped. It hurt so much that it was suffocating him.
His cigarette burned its way to his finger, but he couldn’t seem to feel anything at all.
Steven saw that and took the cigarette away.
I was busy dealing with the reporters and the other members of the Faulkner family when Genevieve was being burned, assaulted, and almost lost her life. She might’ve died then and there if it hadn’t been for Patrick…
Armand suppressed the emotion in his heart and ordered, “Assign a team to monitor Marilyn and wiretap her phone. Don’t let her leave that house.”
“If we do that, Ms. Woods will surely make a scene and complain to her brother,” replied Steven.
George was married twice, but he didn’t have many kids. Marilyn was the only girl in her family, so everyone spoiled her. Her brother, Xavier Wood, especially, spoiled her more than their parents did.
He was the one who had killed Armand’s former fiancées when Marilyn had cried and complained about how Armand was going to get married.
If Xavier were to learn that Marilyn was locked up at home, he would surely come to her rescue.
Armand sneered upon hearing that. “Good. That’s just what I want, but it’s not enough. I will send you a few photos. Share them on the internet and let everyone join the fun.”
“Understood.” Steven nodded. “By the way, your second aunt showed no signs of returning to the temple after she paid her respects at Old Mrs. Faulkner’s funeral. She has been staying at the Faulkner residence in Xedells, and Peter has been going there frequently. The housekeeper said that they stayed in the study for a few hours yesterday, and Peter seemed happy when he left the place.”
