Chapter 146 You Two Are in Cahoots
I dropped the pen and notebook by my feet, and Amelia lay down at my feet to write.
At first she wrote very quickly, her handwriting messy, as if afraid that if she wrote too slowly I would kill her.
Gradually, her speed slowed down. She scratched her head, seeming to think about what to write, but I was sitting higher than her, so I could clearly see all her little movements and subtle expressions.
Amelia's eyes darted left and right, occasionally sneaking glances up at me. She was obviously wondering whether my threats were real.
I gave Adrian a look. Adrian pulled out his gun and pressed it against Amelia's head. "What are you dawdling for? Ms. Sorelli's time is valuable - she doesn't have time to waste with you!"
"I... I just need to think about some things," Amelia quickly begged for mercy. "I'll write right away!"
Amelia wrote for over an hour. I reclined on the sofa with my eyes closed, resting, until she said nervously that she was done.
I opened my eyes and raised my hand slightly.
Adrian snatched the notebook from Amelia's hands and respectfully handed it to me.
"Mom really hates Uncle Colin's wife. She curses her behind her back and puts drugs in her food."
"A Don's mistress from some family offended Mom because when they were shopping, she took the shoes Mom wanted and called Mom 'someone who latches onto rich men but doesn't even know how to find a decent one.' Mom was very angry. A week later, that mistress died."
"My cousin doesn't like me, Mom, and Byron. Her cat was especially mean to us too. Mom killed the cat and pretended it ran away."
Amelia's handwriting was ugly. It took me twenty minutes to finish reading what she'd written.
"That's all?" I asked.
"There are some other things," Amelia stuttered unconsciously when she was nervous or scared, "but I need time to think."
I pointed to the first incident and asked, "What drug did Michelle give to Colin's wife?"
"I don't know." Amelia looked at the ground guiltily.
"You really don't know? Or you won't say?" I sneered at her.
For Amelia to think of this first when her life was threatened, it definitely wasn't a small matter.
"I really don't know!" Amelia suddenly made up her mind and raised her head to hit the gun in Adrian's hand. "I just don't know! I've already written everything I know. If you don't believe me, then just kill me!"
I stared at her steadily.
For a full minute, I said nothing. Amelia got scared and shrank her neck, moving away from the gun.
"I'm not lying, I really don't know. But... but if you give me a few more days, maybe I'll remember."
How could I not see what Amelia was planning?
"A few days would be enough?" I asked good-naturedly. "Want me to improve your meals too? And give you your phone while I'm at it?"
Amelia's eyes lit up. "Really? That would be great! I swear I'll think hard about it!"
I was almost amused by her stupidity.
"Want me to let Lucas come see you too?"
Amelia pouted. "Forget it. He never liked me that much anyway. You two are on the same side - begging him would be useless and would just make you angry."
I looked at her with a half-smile. "Have these past few days been too easy for you? Is that why you think I definitely won't kill you?"
Amelia looked like I'd hit the nail on the head.
"Hold her down," I ordered Adrian. Adrian immediately grabbed Amelia.
I took out an unopened syringe and a small bottle of clear liquid, slowly drew the liquid into the syringe, then walked up to Amelia.
"Isabella, what are you doing?" Unable to break free from Adrian's grip, Amelia could only scream in terror.
I pushed the plunger to expel the air from the syringe. Clear liquid dripped from the needle tip, and a tiny droplet landed right on Amelia's neck. She struggled frantically, cursing me with all kinds of nasty words.
Cole taped her mouth shut. Without changing expression, I stuck the needle into her left upper arm.
As the clear liquid was fully injected into her body, Amelia's face grew paler and paler.
"Even if I don't kill you, I have a hundred ways to make you suffer." I smiled, tore off the pages she'd written from the notebook, and threw the remaining blank notebook in front of Amelia. "In three days, I want to see a notebook completely filled."
With that, I ignored Amelia lying on the ground silently crying like a dead fish, and turned to leave.
After leaving the room, Adrian asked me curiously, "Ms. Sorelli, what drug did you inject into Amelia?"
Mason's incident had left a deep impression on him.
"Saline solution." I smiled.
Both Adrian and Cole froze for a moment, then thinking of how scared Amelia had been, they both laughed.
Two days later, I got results from investigating Beckett.
First, Beckett probably wasn't from this country - at least when the police checked his fingerprints, they didn't find a match in the database.
So the police guessed Beckett was likely a tourist. The place where his accident happened was right at a famous tourist spot.
Second, the police figured Beckett probably had some status - maybe a rich kid or a high-ranking official's child, because he was carrying a lot of cash and an anonymous bank card with a lot of money in it.
I put down the internal police documents Edgar had sent and picked up Beckett's medical records.
The scenic area's high-altitude glass walkway had collapsed, with debris falling from 300 feet up, causing over two hundred casualties. The tour bus Beckett was on was unlucky enough to be hit by a piece of glass. He had multiple fractures all over his body and glass shards embedded in his face.
I thought maybe the sense of dissonance and familiarity I felt when I met Beckett was just an illusion.
Because Beckett had reconstructive plastic surgery and didn't look quite the same as before.
Even though I thought this, I still had some doubts.
In the evening, I was about to go home. When I got to the parking lot, I found a familiar black car next to mine.
Lucas was sitting in the car, inviting me in.
"Don't you have a dinner meeting tonight?" I asked.
Lucas had called me this morning saying he had plans with a business partner tonight and couldn't come have dinner with me.
"That guy's a pervert who wanted me to go pick up women with him. How could I go?" Lucas said attentively and ingratiatingly. "I arranged some women for him and came back."
"So are you disappointed?" I pressed my lips together to keep from smiling.
"How could I be? Being able to come back and be with you - I'm happy about that." Lucas reached out his long arm and pulled me to his shoulder, asking, "Did you miss me today?"
"No." I leaned lazily against him. "I was busy today."
Lucas seemed a bit disappointed. He touched my forehead with his lips, which seemed to make him feel better.
"I found out some things about Beckett. Want to hear?"
From his tone, I knew he was going to set conditions - the kind that involved kissing him, hugging him, sweet-talking him, things that made your face flush and heart race.
"Not really. But if you really want to tell me, I can listen." I acted very reluctant.
Lucas looked confused. "You're not interested in him anymore?"
I couldn't help rolling my eyes. "If I showed interest in him, you'd just get jealous again!"
And once Lucas got jealous, wasn't I the one who ended up suffering?
Lucas laughed, his low voice tugging at my heartstrings.
I pushed him. "Are you going to tell me or not? If not, forget it."
"I'll tell you, don't be impatient." Lucas kissed my cheek and said, "I discovered a very interesting coincidence - Albino might know Beckett."