Chapter 318 Mr. Brown, Mrs. Brown Fainted.
"You think those two might end up fighting their way into bed?"
"If they actually fight their way into bed, that'd be quite a show. We're not gonna be in the way here, are we?"
"Should we leave? It'd be pretty embarrassing if things get noisy later."
"Angelina? Angelina?" Amara crouched by the railing, watching the drama unfold for ages without making sense of it, chattering away without getting any response.
When she turned around, the person on the bed was barely breathing.
"Angelina?" Amara reached out to touch her neck—it was burning hot.
"Oh no."
"William, stop arguing, Angelina has a fever."
The battle downstairs stopped abruptly. William rushed over and pressed the intercom to have Finn get the car ready.
They needed to get her to the hospital.
Amara's quick actions got her straight into a VIP room.
Watching the nurses going in and out, she exchanged words with the attending doctor.
"One person staying is enough, everyone else can go back!"
"Finn," William's gaze fell on him. "Get the bodyguards over here, have a female guard stay in the room with her at all times. No mistakes allowed."
"Got it."
William was about to say something when the door was pulled open. "She's been poisoned."
Amara was shocked. "Poisoned?"
"Looks like it. Blood's been sent for testing. Come in and see."
Amara followed the doctor inside. The doctor lifted her eyelids and brushed aside the hair by her ear.
"A simple high fever wouldn't cause this. These symptoms are eighty percent likely to be poisoning."
A bad feeling flashed through William's mind. He glanced at Daniel. "You guys go get your blood drawn."
"Finn, call and have someone bring Thalia over."
"You suspect something was wrong with tonight's dinner?" Nicholas asked.
William grunted in agreement and looked at Amara. "Did you bring the stuff?"
Amara knew what he meant and nodded. "Brought it. I'll go test it."
Soon, the test results came back. Amara came over with the report, looking serious. "Mine's fine."
"Waiting for the blood analysis results."
"Here it is, poisoning. This is the report." The doctor handed it to Amara. When she saw it, her scalp tingled a bit.
"Most likely something you ate tonight was poisoned."
"But regular people can't get into that place!" Nicholas found it strange. Who had such long reach to get into that kind of private area and poison someone?
Amara shrugged. "You said regular people can't get in, but what if they're not regular people?"
"Not only regular folks have such vicious thoughts. People from wealthy families aren't all clean either. Remember that one from last time..."
No one responded, but they knew she meant Zephyrine.
The wealthier the family, the dirtier they play—that's just a fact.
Their methods are more ruthless too. They've seen more, so they know more tricks. How would regular people even think of poisoning?
This kind of thing that dances on the edge of the law—regular people wouldn't have the guts even if they wanted to.
"What about their test results?"
"They're fine, it's just Angelina..."
Before Amara could finish, William's phone rang. On the other end, Fallon's voice was urgent, breathing rapid. "Mr. Brown, Mrs. Brown has passed out."
"Send her to the hospital."
"Now. Right away. Immediately. Arrange a helicopter."
The man's tone was dark, his voice carrying a faint murderous intent, giving the feeling he wanted to tear someone apart.
At first, just Angelina wouldn't have made him want to kill, but adding Thalia changed everything.
The difference in importance was clear.
William appeared to be loyal and generous to friends on the surface, but privately he was extremely clear about relationship boundaries. Subordinates were subordinates, family was family. Even if a subordinate risked their life for him, it was still just a relationship based on money and interests, not to be confused with family.
So in his heart, without Angelina, there were thousands of people waiting to take her place, but Thalia's position was irreplaceable.
Subordinates were his professional face in public, but his wife was his lifelong companion.
"I remember now, that last fruit platter—we didn't touch it..." Nicholas recalled the situation. They were discussing business while Thalia and Angelina were chatting together about gossip from wealthy families. The two of them finished off a whole platter of fruit while gossiping.
When Thalia was sent to the hospital, Finn had already arranged for people to secure the restaurant.
Hearing about the poisoning, the owner was trembling all over. Which wealthy family in Emerald City could he afford to offend?
Let alone someone like William, a new power player.
The boss trembled as he looked at Finn. "I really don't know anything about this. The restaurant has always strictly followed requirements. We'd never do something to ruin our own reputation."
Finn studied him, knowing of course he wouldn't be that stupid, but with some things, if it wasn't him it was someone else. People could change, but the location didn't—the incident happened here.
"We know you wouldn't do something to ruin your own reputation. We just want to investigate..."
"Don't worry, we'll fully cooperate." At a time like this, not cooperating would be asking for trouble.
Hearing the boss's ready agreement, Finn didn't make things difficult. This place managed to stay open among all the private clubs in Emerald City for a reason. All kinds of powerful people loved it—without connections bringing them in, it wouldn't last long. The social scene was like that; nothing was purely black or white.
Those thriving in the gray areas were like ghosts who could walk in daylight and see the sun—they saw through everything but didn't say it out loud.
"Then thank you, boss. Mr. Brown is furious right now. We need to hurry."
"Can we see the surveillance footage?"
"This way." The boss led them to the surveillance room. Finn watched the footage from start to finish, from the kitchen preparing food to whose hands it passed through before entering the private room.
Every detail, every frame—he watched it all himself, not missing anything.
"Wait, play that back." Finn stared at the screen, looking at the person in it. "Pull up that earlier scene too."
"These two aren't the same person, right?"
The boss leaned in to look. "They're definitely not."
"The surveillance has been edited."
The boss broke out in a cold sweat, realizing he was in trouble.
"Go find these two people from the surveillance right now. Hurry."
The surveillance room staff, hearing this, sprang into action without a moment's delay.
"Why is there only one? Where's the other one?"
When the staff brought the person over, the boss's face darkened.
The subordinate stammered, looking at Finn cautiously before speaking. "When we found him, he was in an empty private room, knocked unconscious."