?<strong>Chapter 333:</strong>


    Dalton had two daughters. The younger one was innocent and protected, while the elder one was known for her strong-willed and assertive personality, often shing with Dalton on business issues.


    Upon the group’s arrival at Dalton’s home, his younger daughter received them. In her early twenties, she had tears on her face and spoke in a gentle tone.


    Yet, before they could talk much, Dalton’s older daughter came storming down the stairs, demanding they leave immediately. “Rafael Romero murdered my father! Isn’t that enough?” Shortly after their departure, Dalton’s younger daughter ran after them. “Excuse me, how is Dr. Romero doing?”


    Joelle and Adrian looked at each other. “Sorry, we haven’t seen him yet.”


    “Oh, okay.” She tried hard to fight back her tears.


    Joelle, who had experienced simr feelings before, understood what she was going through. “You don’t believe he killed your father, do you?”


    The girl abruptly looked up, and amid their stares, she nodded. Joelle said, “If you have any information, please share it. Once he is convicted, he will be imprisoned.”


    Looking nervously towards her house, the girl twisted her skirt in her hands. Everyone waited for her to speak, but she stayed quiet for a long stretch. Joelle didn’t pressure her. “If anythinges to mind, please get in touch.”


    “Okay.”


    They all went back to the hotel. Later that afternoon, Joelle got a call from the girl. “My sister has a huge debt, and she fought with my dad repeatedly over it.”


    Joelle recorded the important detail. “Thank you. Is there anything else you can share?”


    After a brief pause, the girl suggested, “You should speak with my father’s assistant. He knows more.”


    “Alright.”


    She ended the call quickly, scared of being overheard. Adrian also received news. “Dalton’s assistant has moved to a farm since Dalton died.”


    They decided to visit the farm. But as they left the hotel, Belle and Liza blocked their car.


    Belle was an older woman and Liza was pregnant, which made it difficult for them to confront them harshly. “Joelle, you’ve heard thetest on Rafael, right?”


    Losing patience, Joelle rubbed her temples. “Shawn, can you deal with this?”


    Shawn exited the car and began to argue with Belle.


    “You’re just trying to keep us in the dark! Why would you do that to us? My son is in deep trouble now, and you’re not telling us anything!”


    “Please, let’s not escte this further.”


    “Shawn, in what way are we making this worse? Aren’t we entitled to know what’s happening with Rafael?”


    Katherine let out a sigh of frustration. “Look at Shawn! Now, watch how I handle this.” She exited the car, nted herself firmly with hands on her hips, ready to take on both of them. As the disagreement intensified, Adrian took the driver’s seat, fired up the engine, and drove away decisively.


    Belle attempted to chase the car for a few meters but was unable to keep up.


    Though taken aback, Joelle had to admit it was a smart maneuver.


    She activated the GPS and guided Adrian. They drove through the night, reaching the farm a couple of hours before the break of dawn.


    They parked in the remote wilds as night began to shift to morning. Soon, they would be surrounded by the stunning expanse of green fields.


    Joelle nced at Adrian. A night without sleep had left its mark with stubble now dusting his chin.


    Their tiredness had faded, reced by a heightened sense of alertness. Joelle and Adrian exited the car and began to inquire at each house.


    Yet by morning, they still hadn’t found any leads.


    This farm was vast, and Joelle was utterly drained.


    Supporting her, Adrian approached an older woman to request some water.


    He inquired, “Has anyone newe to live on the farmtely?” The woman merely shook her head, choosing to remain quiet.


    Adrian had been wary of her from the beginning. Just as he was about to ponder further, he heard the sound of a ss dropping near Joelle.


    Suddenly, Joelle staggered, her body weakening and starting to fall.


    Rushing to catch her, Adrian was caught off guard by a swift strike to his neck from the woman.


    He cked out immediately.


    When he regained consciousness, he found himself and Joelle tied up back-to-back, locked inside a sheep pen.


    Voices were audible outside.


    “Miss, these two were snooping around here looking for me. I disguised myself as an old woman and deceived them.”


    “Excellent. Kill them tonight. We can’t afford to have the truth about Rafael being framede to light!” It was Dalton’s elder daughter speaking.


    Adrian felt a tug on his hand. “Joelle, are you okay?”


    “I didn’t actually pass out,” Joelle whispered. “When the attorney mentioned ketamine earlier, I became wary. I recognized the smell of ketamine in the water that was given to me. After you copsed, we were brought here. It looks like he’s the one we’re looking for.”


    Adrian was genuinely surprised by Joelle’s keen observation.


    “Adrian, now the real question is, can you untie these ropes?”


    “I think I can manage that, but you have to agree to one thing first.”


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