Winning Her Heart Back (Emelie and William) novel Chapter 785

William asked, "Are there any major transactions in his family's accounts recently?"

Ashton replied, "We checked the accounts of his wife, parents, siblings, and other close relatives. There were no unusual transactions."

"So, he started the fire and took his own life. He added to the Swanson Corporation's blood debt and left us with no witnesses. He killed three birds with one stone. Keep a close watch on his family," William said, tossing the file aside.

"Yes, sir," Aston and Fabian replied.

Jodie had been silently standing in the corner. As the first light of dawn crept in, she could no longer remain hidden. The others hadn't bothered to exclude her from the conversation as well.

Suddenly, Ashton asked, "Did something cross your mind, Ms. Noble?"

While Jodie's expression remained blank, Ashton smirked.

She said, "Using a fire to cover something up sounds like Mr. Reyes' signature move. I remember he pulled a similar stunt in Morskov years ago."

Jodie replied calmly, "He's not the only one who knows how to do that."

Ashton added, "But right now, Mr. Graham is the most suspicious."

Jodie remained unruffled. "Maybe wait until the police investigate Mr. Graham before jumping to conclusions."

William ignored their exchange, deep in thought.

He said, "Look into… Beathan."

Ashton was confused. "Beathan? Does he have something to do with this?"

William replied calmly, "Just check what he's been up to lately."

Beathan had been too quiet recently.

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When Emelie woke up, it was already half-past eight in the morning.

Her fever had finally subsided and, although she wasn't fully recovered, she felt much better than the night before.

Given the situation, she knew she had to tackle the day's problems one at a time. She got out of bed and went into the bathroom to freshen up.

As she stepped out, she caught the smell of fried sausages. She took a few more steps and saw William setting up breakfast at the table.

He was wearing a black turtleneck sweater that softened his usual stern demeanor. As Emelie approached, he looked up.

"Angel, you're awake? I figured you'd prefer a Cedonian breakfast. I made a few dishes. Tell me if it suits your liking," William said.

Emelie furrowed her brows. "You made them?"