Chapter 3 - Adrian Faces Suspicion Between His Fiancée And Housekeeper
Adrian stepped away from his mother’s bedside, walking slowly across the Persian rug toward the center of the expansive master bedroom.
His blue eyes, usually cold and calculating in the executive boardrooms of Vale Meridian, were clouded with profound emotional confusion.
“Naomi,” Adrian began, his voice carrying the deep, authoritative timbre that commanded absolute respect throughout the global financial sector.
“You’ve worked in this house for eleven years, and I’ve never known you to act with anything less than total professionalism,” he noted.
“So I need you to explain to me, right now, why my mother is gasping for air and Celeste is bruised,” Adrian demanded quietly.
Before Naomi could utter a single word, Celeste rushed forward, clinging desperately to the sleeve of Adrian’s tailored designer jacket.
“She hates me, Adrian! She’s always resented my position in this family ever since you put that ring on my finger!” Celeste sobbed.
Naomi looked down at the twelve-carat diamond ring flashing under the crystal chandelier, remembering the three bloody fingernail crescents on the pillow.
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“Mr. Vale, ask Miss Arden why Mrs. Vale’s lips were pressed against a feather pillow when I walked through those double doors,” Naomi said.
Celeste gasped sharply, her face turning pale for a split second before she manufactured a fresh wave of hysterical, high-pitched tears.
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