The Enigmatic Return (Neera and Jean) novel Chapter 460

Meanwhile, at the Crimea family's residence…

The mansion's corridors were still well-lit even though it was late.

It was difficult for Sonny and his assistant, Damian, to fall asleep at this moment.

After Tilda's arrest, Damian tried to visit the police station. However, he was sent out immediately before he could even talk to her.

This was the first time for someone like Sonny, who held considerable sway in various matters, to face such an unexpected turn of events.

"Mr. Sonny, it seems that the Beauvort Group must have made the first move in advance. Our current situation is becoming increasingly precarious. It might not be good for us if this continues," Damian cautioned.

Sonny lit up a cigarette and took a puff from it, his narrowed eyes revealed his growing agitation.

Exhaling a ring of smoke, he retorted in frustration, "You're talking nonsense! Do you think I don't know about this?"

Damian hesitated briefly before asking with caution, "Earlier, Ian reached out to me and asked if you were available. He suggested a meeting at the coffee shop across from the Beauvort Group's office at eleven tomorrow morning. What do you think Jean's up to?"

With a darkened expression, Sonny remained silent.

Damian cleared his throat, his anxiety was obvious. "Could… Could it be that Tilda revealed everything after being arrested?"

"But why would she dare to do so? Her family is still in our control. Shouldn't she be afraid of her family being involved in this matter?"

Sonny's frustration mounted as he pressed his cigarette into the ashtray with force. "What are you going on about? I'm meeting him tomorrow and then we'll know what's going on!"

...

At eleven the following morning, in a private room on the coffee shop's second floor.

Sonny and Damian arrived ahead of time. One wore a dark and brooding expression, while the other appeared tense and apprehensive.

Five minutes before eleven, Jean arrived at the coffee shop accompanied by Neera, followed by Ian.

The trio ascended the staircase together, Jean exuding a distinct air of authority. Upon hearing the approaching footsteps, Sonny looked up and locked eyes with Jean, an almost palpable tension briefly hanging in the air before settling.

Jean and Neera took their seats leisurely, while Ian stood by Jean's side.

Casually leaning back, Sonny addressed Jean with a mockingly courteous tone, "Mr. Beauvort, I must say, it's quite the effort to have me invited here. I assume there's an important matter you wish to discuss?"

Jean did not incline to engage in small talk, instead signaling Ian with a discreet glance.

Understanding the unspoken cue, Ian promptly took out an envelope, placing it before Sonny expressionlessly.

Sonny examined the envelope briefly before lifting his gaze. "Mr. Beauvort, what is the meaning of this?"

Jean's eyelids twitched slightly, his tone remaining composed. "Mr. Sonny, you'll know what this is about after you read it."

Sonny maintained his composure, while Damian took the envelope and opened it. There was a recording pen inside.

Tilting his head, Damian pressed the pen, and Tilda's confession could be heard coming from it.

"Damian instigated me to spread false information about Startales online and demand compensation from them..."

The confession was detailed and comprehensive.

Accompanying the confession were a collection of photos within the envelope. The images showed Tilda's family being followed by a group of suspicious bodyguards in black clothing.

Damian's complexion shifted subtly, his unease evident as he involuntarily handed the items to Sonny.

Sonny's playful grin vanished as he glanced at the contents, his expression turning serious in an instant.

Noticing Sonny's reaction, Jean took a moment to study his demeanor before speaking deliberately, "Mr. Sonny, do you know the penalties for arranging someone to stalk people and unlawfully detain people?"

His words only intensified the already tense atmosphere.

Sonny maintained his poker face for a while before letting out a scoff. "Why the sudden interest in legal matters, Mr. Beauvort?"

"Nothing much," Jean replied nonchalantly, his fingers intermittently tapping the armrests of his chair. "I was considering arranging for a lawyer to teach you about it."

Sonny pressed his tongue against his teeth, slightly leaning forward as he adjusted his suit. "I don't need one."

Flatly declining, Sonny's gaze returned to the items on the table. "The recorded voices lack substantial evidence, they're just empty words. Who are the people wearing black clothing? I don't know them at all. If you called me here because of this, then I'm afraid you've got the wrong person."

Jean smirked. "Really? It seems that the police need to investigate Safeguard Security. Our investigation showed that these individuals responsible for stalking them are all from this company."

His tone remained composed, but his eyes carried a subtle edge. He continued, "Incidentally, during our investigation, Ian stumbled upon some interesting connections between this group and the Nacrene organization in Oldale District. Mr. Sonny, if we were to delve deeper, what do you think we'll find out?"