His Ex-Wife Is A Billionaire (Evadne and Thaddeus) novel Chapter 816

Avery's gaze darkened upon hearing the words. "Let him wait in another private room while I take care of the guests here," he said, then slipped away to the adjacent suite.

As soon as he entered, Warner, who was downing a drink to steady his nerves, jumped up as if on springs, rushing towards Avery with bloodshot eyes.

"What the hell happened? How could somebody die?"

"Mr. Bright, I'm not sure what you're talking about," Avery replied, a composed smile playing on his lips.

Warner's face was a mask of panic. Even though they were alone, he lowered his voice to a whisper. "The stuff you sold me, is there something wrong with it? I've only pushed it twice, and now someone's overdosed?"

Avery kept smiling as if it was no big deal. "Drugs are drugs. They're poison. Isn't it normal for people to die from them?"

"But I've never seen anyone go crazy and die after just two hits!"

"Well, now you have," Avery retorted calmly.

Warner's face turned ashen as he grabbed Avery by the collar. "Avery! Don't play games with me! If I get into trouble, do you think you can escape unscathed? We're in the same boat! If I go down, I'm taking you with me!"

"Look at you, all worked up over a little mishap, thinking about death. That's bad luck right there," Avery chided, his eyes narrowing with suppressed laughter as he pushed Warner away. His pale hand rose slowly, smoothing out the wrinkles on his shirt. "It's a new drug, only recently hit the overseas market. It's not unusual for first-time users to have a bad reaction."

"What do we do now? Today, I heard that someone on this stuff went berserk in the middle of the street and just dropped dead! It was horrific, like a seizure!"

Warner was visibly shaken. "The cops will autopsy him. If they trace the drugs back to the Bright Group, what then?"

"Didn't I tell you to push the product to underground groups in Elmsworth and beyond?"

Avery sat back on the couch, pouring himself a glass of whiskey, his voice steady. "The dead guy was from the S-Star Group, a notorious gangster. Who knows what else he was on before your product. The cops won't care much about his death."

"But how can you be so sure?" Warner persisted, still skeptical.

Avery scoffed, shaking his head in disdain. Zachary had built a drug empire, but his eldest son was just an overgrown kid without a clue.

"First off, it was an accidental overdose, not murder. Secondly, this drug does have a side effect that can trigger underlying conditions in people who don't even realize they're sick. Maybe the guy had epilepsy and didn't know it," Avery said, sipping his whiskey, half-truths rolling off his tongue.

Warner's tense expression softened slightly.

"Just relax. The product's fine. They're the problem, not us."

After some time, Avery let Warner have a few more drinks before having Harvey escort him home.

Shortly afterward, Harvey returned with a grim look. "Mr. Chambers, this isn't looking good. If something goes wrong and the cops pick up Warner, and he rats you out."

"Don't worry, it won't be that easy. And I won't give Warner the chance to implicate me."