Wait, She’s a Billionaire (Sheena Lawson) novel Chapter 985

Chapter 985 

Elliot remained silent, his gaze deep as he awaited the reports from the Seventh Division. 

“Mr. Jenkins, we didn’t find any significant findings in Mr. Romello’s room.” 

“Mr. Jenkins, there’s nothing on the top floor either.” 

“Mr. Jenkins…” 

Elliot listened attentively, glancing at the group of servants, bodyguards, and Frank gathered in the garden. 

Upon hearing the reports, Frank maintained a calm and composed expression, seemingly expecting such results. 

Narrowing his eyes, Elliot continued with a probing tone, “Everyone, search the mansion’s garden. and backyard again, leaving no detail unchecked.” 

Frank lowered his head slightly and clenched his fists. 

After all, he knew what had happened in the backyard. 

Elliot noticed Frank’s strange behavior but said nothing. Instead, he led Lionel and Logan to inspect the garden and backyard once more. 

While examining the garden, Frank maintained a composed demeanor. 

Elliot then proceeded to the backyard, reiterating his orders, “Focus on inspecting the backyard. thoroughly.” 

Frank’s fists tightened with each step, silently following Elliot’s lead. 

Lionel discovered some glass shards beneath flower pots in the backyard, carefully picking them up with rubber gloves and presenting them to Elliot. 

“Elliot, take a look at this.” 

Soon, other soldiers found more glass shards in inconspicuous patches of grass. 

Watching silently from the sidelines, Frank gulped nervously, recalling the hurried disposal of glass tubes a few days prior, forgetting about the stray glass shards scattered around. 

Elliot gathered all the glass pieces. 

He noticed their identical material and the absence of dust, indicating they were recent. 

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With a stern gaze, he turned toward Frank in the corner and asked, “Why are the shards in the backyard? What happened at the Nicholls residence in the past few days?” 

Frank’s lips twitched as he respectfully replied, “A couple of days ago, a servant broke a glass cup. Probably out of laziness, they didn’t dispose of it properly and carelessly threw the broken glass into the backyard bushes. Mr. Jenkins, I apologize for my mismanagement.” 

Elliot, wearing black leather gloves, picked up the shards once more. 

The glass was exceptionally thin, clearly not from a glass cup. However, he did not argue, instructing Lionel to package the evidence and take it back to the National Investigation Bureau. 

Before leaving, he turned back, his gaze sharp as it landed on Frank. 

“Logan, take Mr. Abbott with you and bring him to the interrogation room for a chat. I’ll handle the questioning myself.” 

“Yes, Mr. Jenkins.” 

Frank was stunned and protested, “Huh? Mr. Jenkins, I haven’t done anything wrong! Why am I being taken to the interrogation room?” 

Approaching him, Logan handcuffed Frank, stating, “Concealment and failure to report makes you complicit, which earns you equal punishment as the perpetrator, Mr. Abbott, in all the years Mr. Jenkins has been closing cases, no one has been able to outsmart him. Please, come with us to the National Investigation Bureau’s interrogation room for a one–day tour.” 

Frank’s face paled, but he remained silent.