Chapter 4 - Naomi Produces Hidden Security Footage From The Hallway
Adrian frowned, his analytical mind processing the conflicting statements while his mother’s breathing finally stabilized under medical care.
“A pillow? Celeste, what was my mother doing with a pillow over her face while resting?” Adrian asked, turning toward his fiancée.
“I told you, she was suffocating on her own saliva, and I was trying to prop her head up with whatever was handy!” Celeste argued frantically.
Naomi reached into the deep pocket of her apron, pulling out a sleek, small black flash drive with a calm, deliberate motion.
“The east wing guest rooms and the master hallway were upgraded with discreet smart-lens security nodes six weeks ago, Mr. Vale,” Naomi stated.
Celeste froze entirely, her color draining so fast that her makeup appeared stark white against her suddenly rigid skin.
“What is that?” Adrian asked, staring at the small piece of plastic resting in Naomi’s palm like it held the nuclear codes.
“That drive contains every second of footage from outside this bedroom door, including audio of what was said before I forced entry,” Naomi replied.
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Adrian’s hand hovered over the flash drive, his expression turning from confusion into a cold, terrifying mask of executive fury.
“Play it,” Adrian commanded, his voice dropping an octave as he looked directly at the woman he was supposed to marry in six weeks.
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