Chapter 350 Suspect
The other person was startled. "Alright, I'll be right over."
Soon, there was a knock at the door. Margaret called out warily, "Who is it?"
"It's me, Octavia."
Margaret, wrapped in her blanket, shuffled over to open the door, quickly pulling Octavia inside before shutting the door again.
Octavia handed her a bag. "New clothes and makeup."
Margaret took it without hesitation. "Octavia, you always think of everything."
Octavia covered her mouth, giggling. "In situations like this, it's common for clothes to get ruined, especially delicate dresses like yours."
Margaret's dress tonight was a custom design by a renowned designer. She had spared no expense for tonight's mission, but it had still ended in failure.
She stood by the bed and began changing clothes.
Octavia looked her up and down, letting out a sigh of admiration. "Margaret, you have such a great figure!"
Margaret's face remained cold. "What good is a great figure if I can't win his heart or his body?"
Octavia glanced at the disheveled bed and then back at Margaret with a sly look. "Margaret, are you sure you didn't succeed? Don't lie to me."
Margaret shot her an angry look. "I told you, he wasn't moved at all. He even told me to go to hell."
Octavia's mouth dropped open in shock. "What! Such a terrifying man! Maybe we should just forget about him!"
Margaret gave her another cold look. "What are you talking about? No matter what he becomes, he's the man I love the most! That will never change!"
She looked at Octavia's face, which resembled Elizabeth's so closely, and felt like she was losing her mind. She hated Elizabeth, yet had to face her substitute every day.
It was torture she had brought upon herself.
Octavia stuck out her tongue. "Sorry, Margaret. I didn't realize you'd stoop so low to keep him, and he still treated you so coldly. Do you think he might be an AI, with no heart at all?"
Margaret had finished dressing and was fixing her makeup in the mirror. "If he had no heart, why would he fall in love with Elizabeth?"
Octavia nodded. "Good point."
Margaret applied her lipstick. "Alright, let's go. Luckily, I had a backup plan for tonight."
She looked at Octavia. "You didn't leave any evidence, did you?"
Octavia assured her. "Don't worry, I handled everything."
Margaret patted her shoulder in satisfaction. "Good. If this goes well, I'll reward you handsomely."
Octavia's eyes lit up. "Margaret, just give me money. I have no interest in your Mr. Thomas."
Margaret glared at her. "You better not be interested in him!"
Octavia meekly followed her out of the room and down the stairs.
In the ballroom, guests were still drinking and dancing.
Margaret nodded towards Octavia. "Have the driver bring the car around. Our business here is done for tonight."
Octavia immediately took out her phone to make the call.
At the hospital, Daniel was still by Michael's side.
The doctor had just pumped Michael's stomach. He lay weakly on the bed, eyes closed, his face pale as a sheet.
While Michael was resting, Daniel secretly took a photo of him and sent it to Dean.
Daniel: [Dean, Mr. Thomas is in the hospital. Where's Elizabeth?]
Dean, busy gathering information from the dark web, was shocked to see the photo and message from Daniel.
In his mind, Michael was always full of energy. He had never seen him so weak.
He replied to Daniel: [What do you mean? Michael is sick, and you want Elizabeth, a pregnant woman, to take care of him at night?]
Daniel quickly explained: [That's not what I meant. You don't know why Mr. Thomas is in the hospital.]
Dean followed up: [Why?]
Daniel replied: [Mr. Thomas was set up at the party. Someone spiked his champagne with a drug. I brought him to the hospital. He just had his stomach pumped and is probably feeling awful.]
Dean was furious: [Damn it! Michael is so sharp! How did he get drugged? And you, as his assistant, how could you let this happen? How did you let something so dirty get into your boss's drink?]
Daniel snapped back: [I'm an assistant, not a babysitter or a bodyguard! How could I have prevented this?]
Dean laughed at his desk, imagining Daniel's frustrated expression, probably with furrowed brows and a pout, pacing around the hospital room, adjusting his glasses.
Indeed, in the hospital room, Daniel was pacing and muttering.
"Damn you, Dean! I was just trying to keep you informed, and you mock me! Just wait until I see you next time! I'll make you apologize, or I'll make you cry!"
Michael, hearing the commotion, slowly woke up. He opened his eyes and saw Daniel pacing.
His voice was hoarse as he asked, "Daniel, who's going to cry?"
Daniel rushed over and sat by his bed. "Mr. Thomas, you're finally awake! How do you feel? Does your head still hurt? Is there anywhere else that feels uncomfortable?"
Michael's throat felt like it was on fire. He spoke slowly, "My head hurts a bit, and my stomach too. What happened? Is this a hospital? Why am I here?"
Daniel's eyes reddened, almost crying. "Mr. Thomas, it's my fault! I didn't take good care of you!"
Michael frowned. "Get to the point."
Daniel quickly reined in his emotions. "We went to the Ramirez Mansion for the party. Someone spiked your drink."
Michael's eyes narrowed, his expression icy. "Do we know who did it?"
Daniel looked down, unable to meet his gaze. "Mr. Thomas, you probably have a guess."
Michael probed. "Aiden? He tried to marry his sister off to me, and I refused."
Daniel had a suspect in mind, but hearing this, he said, "Mr. Thomas, let's not rush. You need to rest and recover first. We can investigate thoroughly once you're out of the hospital."
Michael closed his eyes. "Alright, I feel sore all over. I'll take a nap. If you're tired, sleep on the bed next to me. Or go home and let the bodyguards stay with me."
Daniel was filled with regret. He shouldn't have left Michael's side tonight to deal with the car. He should have stayed with him, no matter what.
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