Chapter 1312 There’s a Spy in the House
Make the best of a bad situation, I guess, Sonia thought with a wry smile. When Toby saw her sitting down, he didn’t hesitate to follow suit. Though he was a bit of a germaphobe and would’ve never done something like sitting on the floor in the past, they were now in a desperate situation. Naturally, some of his principles needed not to be adhered to.
After taking a seat, he answered Sonia’s question, “I’m not sure. I have too many enemies, from business rivals to family feuds. But if I had to narrow it down, there are only a few people who strike me as most suspicious. One of them is Connor, and the other is the Lore Family.” “Connor and the Lore Family.” Sonia lowered her eyes, repeating his words.
Toby turned the cloth around and continued, “It’s not very likely that it’s the Lore Family. They’re now in a difficult position and they can barely save themselves, so they won’t have much energy to deal with me. That leaves us with Connor. Although he’s still in the hospital, he can order someone else to do his dirty work, so he’s the most suspicious.”
Sonia nodded, thinking that his words made sense. “Actually, I think that it might be my enemies, like the Gray Family for example.”
“I don’t think it’s the Gray Family.” Toby shook his head in disagreement.
Hearing that, she looked at him dubiously. “Why would you think so?”
“The investigation team has been investigating Triforce Enterprise. At first, they were ready to leave, but I created some trouble for the Gray Family by telling the investigation team about the collapse of the mine under Triforce Enterprise many years ago. Although they haven’t found any decisive clues and evidence yet, Titus collapsed after days of panic and fear, and he was admitted to the hospital a few days ago. According to Tim, Titus may not be discharged this time and can only wait for a kidney donation. Unless he finds one, he can only await his death in the hospital. Now that Titus is rarely conscious every day, he doesn’t have the energy to deal with you. Julia and Rina are all focused on him, so they don’t have the time or the brains for it either.”
“So, that’s the case.” Sonia nodded. “I really didn’t know that.”
For some reason, her heart inexplicably tightened a little in discomfort when she heard that Titus would most likely only be able to lie in a hospital bed until he died. However, this feeling left as quickly as it came, and it barely affected her.
“Even if it’s not the Grays, what about that one person? Tina, who’s been hiding without showing herself.” Sonia clenched her fist.
She had a hunch that it was highly likely to be Tina.
Upon hearing the name, Toby narrowed his eyes. “It’s not impossible, but here’s the problem: Our decision to come to this factory was a sudden one. These people can’t know where we’re going before we leave, so they can’t start a fire to harm us. After all, gasoline is something that must be transported here in advance and hidden away. With the size of the factory, they’d definitely need a considerable amount of gasoline, and they’d require a car to transport it. If the person who started the fire had followed us, it’s unlikely that we didn’t hear the car coming. And even if we did hear the car, we’d go outside to take a look. By then, wouldn’t their plan fail?”
His words caused Sonia to jolt in surprise. “Are you saying that we didn’t hear any cars that were transporting the gasoline because the gasoline had been transported here long before we arrived and that the reason why they did that is that the person who started the fire knew a long time ago that we were coming here?”
“Not bad.” Toby nodded in approval. “That’s why the person who started the fire may be someone around you. They knew beforehand that you planned on coming here, and they set everything up.”
“The people around me…” Her eyes turned red as she spoke. “Quite a lot of people around me knew that I would be coming here. Besides my current secretary, the manager of the factory knew as well.”
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