Chapter 67
The middle-aged man looked horrified, but he had already received $160,000 from Leila. If he snitched on her, he would be…
“It was… it was Ms. Vanderbilt.”
The bodyguard pushed him down into a kneeling position, pulled out a weapon, and pointed i tat his head.
The middle-aged man was strung up tighter than a bow, his heart pumping hard. If that thing pointed at his head went off, he would be seeing Hades soon. He couldn’t care less about the money anymore.
He shuddered, his mouth half opened, and when he spoke, he couldn’t help but stutter. “That night… It… It… It was—”
Hearing a click from the thing pushing against his head, the man almost wet his pants. “It wasn’t Ms. Vanderbilt, b… b… but I really don’t know who it was!”
He was telling the truth. He didn’t know who that woman was. All he knew was that Mr. Goldmann had entered the room soon after the woman.
Upon hearing that it wasn’t Willow, Nolan didn’t care about the rest of the reply. He had the answer he wanted.
He put down his legs and moved closer to him. “You told me it was Willow six years ago.”
“I lied to you, but I was forced to do it. Mrs. Vanderbilt gave me $160,000 and asked me to say that. I can’t afford to offend you, but I couldn’t do that to Mrs. Vanderbilt either!” the man cried.
Nolan’s eyes turned dark. “What happened to that woman?”
“I… I… I’m not sure. All I know is that Ms. Vanderbilt said that the woman had had too much to drink. I took a look at her, and she really was unconscious. A beauty. Ms. Vanderbilt had brought her to rest.”
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