?<strong>Chapter 433:</strong>


    Glenda’splexion turned ghostly pale. As the bodyguard took her to Jayden, she could barely keep herself upright. Seeing her in such a state, Jayden, seated in his wheelchair, looked at her curiously and inquired, “What do you have to say?”


    Inside, Glenda was filled with terror, but realizing there were no cameras in the ward gave her a bit of bravery. She straightened her back defiantly and dered, “I have nothing to say to you. You’re holding me here against my will. Let me go, or I’ll call the cops.”


    Seeing Glenda’s disregard for the situation, Jayden responded in a surprisingly good mood. “Funny, I was about to call the police myself. Who do you think they’ll side with?”


    Glenda’s eyes widened as she asked, “Why are you calling the police?”


    Jayden stroked his chin while a sly smile yed on his lips. “You’re a murder suspect. Why wouldn’t I call them?”


    Between clenched teeth, Glenda retorted, “You’re just throwing usations at me. Do you have any proof? Can you prove I killed anyone?”


    Jayden nodded confidently. “Yes, I have proof. The footage of you removing Dorothy’s oxygen mask was sent directly to myputer. I can turn you over to the police whenever I choose.”


    Glenda, shocked, stammered, “How… how could you?”


    Jayden, recalling how Elyse would speak to him, adopted her typical tone and said innocently, “If you don’t believe me, feel free to call the police.”


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    A shiver ran down Glenda’s spine. Something about Jayden’s tone made him seem utterly mysterious.


    Jayden grabbed a pen from the table and briefly scanned a document. “You’re staying at my ce tonight. If Dorothy dies, you could face life in prison.”


    Overwhelmed, Glenda’s legs gave out, and she copsed to the floor. She dug her hand into her pocket, clutching her phone tightly, wondering if Jayden really had evidence linking her to a murder. Glenda wanted to verify it, yet fear held her back. She remained seated on the floor as her body shook.


    Jayden regarded Glenda with disdain, as if she were mere garbage. He pressed the bell to summon Driscoll. He instructed Driscoll, “Take her to the basement. Keep me updated on any news about Dorothy.”


    Driscoll nodded, grabbed Glenda by the shoulders, and hauled her out of the room. Terrified, Glenda cried out, “You can’t do this to me! I’m Elyse’s aunt! Elyse Lloyd! Come and save me! Your husband is trying to take my life!”


    Driscoll frowned and, with visible annoyance, covered Glenda’s mouth. Elyse had an importantpetition the next day and had gone to bed early. He couldn’t allow Glenda to bother her.


    Once Glenda was taken away, Jayden finally found some quiet. He collected the documents and resumed his work, patiently awaiting news on Dorothy’s rescue. Four hourster, news arrived that Dorothy had been sessfully rescued and returned to her ward.


    Jayden stared at his phone, lost in thought. It appeared his suspicions were correct—Dorothy knew something that had prompted Lanny and Glenda to try silencing her. But what exactly did she know?


    After a moment of contemtion, Jayden rubbed his tired eyes and decided to head back to his room for some rest.


    In the early morning, Elyse woke up to find Jayden still deeply asleep. She carefully got out of bed, slipped out of the house quietly, and made her way to thepetition venue without disturbing anyone.


    Elyse reached the venue early, but she wasn’t the earliest. When she arrived, she saw Mariana sitting by the entrance of the building. Her fingers were moving gracefully over the strings of her violin.


    Elyse walked over, pulled out the breakfast she had just bought, and watched Mariana. Mariana was the one who had used Rebekah of cheating, though she had no proof. Rebekah had also defeated her in the previouspetition.


    Mariana nced at Elyse and immediately recognized her. “Do you know Rebekah?” she inquired.


    Elyse, surprised that Mariana spoke to her, nodded. “I’ve met her. Why do you ask?”


    With one hand on her hip, Marianaughed boldly. “I’ve seen your scores. You’re much better than Rebekah, but that woman is trouble. She wille after you.”


    Elyse was taken aback. “How do you know that? Do you have any information?”


    Mariana shook her head. “I don’t know her exact ns. It’s just a gut feeling,” she responded.


    Mariana’s smile was so bright that Elyse found herself at a loss for words.


    About thirty minutester, the entrance of the concert hall began to fill with contestants. The previously calm atmosphere now buzzed with palpable tension. Just then, Fiona appeared, looking exhausted with dark circles under her eyes. Noticing this, Elyse asked in surprise, “Didn’t you get enough rest?”


    Fiona shook her head, frustration etched across her face. She had waited for that man until midnight, but he never appeared. It made her feel utterly foolish.


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