The True Heiress Slays (Quiana) novel Chapter 68

Chapter 68

Quiana wasn’t exactly known for her patience; she had a reputation for not forgetting a slight. Daniel figured she wouldn’t want to get involved in this, so he didn’t mention it. But to his surprise, she brought it up.

He was taken aback for a moment, and then quickly explained, “We’ve got this tricky case. We had the killer in our sights, the evidence was solid, and we were about to make an arrest. But then, the suspect was found dead at home in a locked room…

“It’s a high–level locked–room murder mystery,” he added, trying to sound casual.

Quiana lounged back in her chair, one leg crossed over the other, and leaned her arm on the backrest. She gave him a look that said, “I’m listening.” “You want me to take a look at the body?” she asked, her tone curious,

Daniel felt a bit intimidated by her aura. He gave a half–smile. “His death was just too weird, and we’re in a rush. You’ve been pretty active lately, so I thought maybe you could help us out…”

Quiana tapped her fingers on the table, deep in thought. “Wh

Daniel took that as a “yes” and his face lit up. “I know you’ve been

I’ll make sure everything’s ready.”

do you need me?” she asked.

busy with filming. Just let me know when you’re free, and

Quiana glanced at her watch. “How about tonight?” she said, her voice steady and confident.

When Quiana walked out, Zack was about to say hi with a smile. “Daniel?” he asked, surprised.

then he saw Daniel, who he didn’t expect to see there.

Daniel was a big deal in the city, and Zack and Julius were pretty famous too. Daniel greeted them with a nod that said he knew his place. “Mr. Hawley, Mr. Evans,” he said respectfully.

Zack was curious. ‘So, Quiana’s meeting up with Daniel tonight? From the Justice Bureau? How do they even know each other?‘ He looked back and forth between them, clearly confused.

Daniel was about to explain, but Quiana cut him off. “I’ve got to run,” she said firmly.

Julius, who never showed his feelings, suddenly grabbed her wrist as she tried to walk away. “Where you off to?” he asked, his voice as calm as a lazy afternoon.

Quiana frowned and pulled her hand away. “You’ll get it tomorrow,” she promised, then left without another word.