Chapter 406 Odette's Confession
"Is that so?" Quentin replied coolly, pulling out some photos from a drawer under the coffee table. "Then explain these photos, Odette."
A wave of unease washed over Odette as she leaned in to look at the first photo, her face instantly paling.
It was a shot from a surveillance camera.
In the image, Odette and Angie were in an alley near the Robinson Family Villa, seemingly in conversation.
Angie had even looked around nervously, unaware that a camera was pointed right at them.
This action made everything clear to Quentin, but he needed Odette to admit it herself.
After all, he couldn't be sure Lauren would believe him.
So he had placed a recording device under the couch earlier.
"That was an accident," Odette said without thinking. "I was passing by and asked her for directions."
"Alright." Quentin didn't get angry. He had time to play this game with Odette.
He put down the first photo and handed her the second one. "Then explain this one."
In the photo, Odette was handing Angie a thick stack of cash.
Odette blinked, clearly anxious, searching for a perfect excuse but finding none.
She realized she had made a mistake by coming to see Quentin.
"That was a thank-you gift," Odette said, though even she found her words laughable.
Even a billionaire wouldn't give such a thick stack of cash just for directions, right?
But Quentin didn't dwell on it. "According to your bank records, you withdrew twenty thousand dollars the night before. After giving Angie the thank-you money, you transferred another million to her account," Quentin said, handing Odette a third photo.
Quentin added, "That's about a tenth of your total assets. Let's not even discuss how unusually high that thank-you fee is. How did you know Angie's account details?"
"If you two didn't know each other, would an ordinary person so easily give out their account information? Don't say it's because you gave her twenty thousand and earned her trust."
"And Angie, who works here as a maid, said some divisive things to Lauren the day after receiving the money. Don't you think that's too much of a coincidence?"
Every word Quentin said gnawed at Odette's composure and rationality like ants, pushing her to the brink of collapse.
Odette wanted to explain, but was ruthlessly interrupted by Quentin.
"Think about it. If you randomly bribed a maid here to help you when needed, wouldn't that explain everything?"
"I'm sorry, Quentin! Gregory made me do it!" Odette was genuinely scared, terrified that Quentin would hate her.
She didn't know that the moment Quentin discovered she was behind it, her status in his heart plummeted to that of trash.
Gregory's concern was justified.
When Odette felt threatened, the first thing she did was betray him.
Quentin didn't care if Odette's words were true or not. He had scores to settle with both Odette and Gregory.
"The police told me something interesting recently," Quentin suddenly changed the subject.
"What is it?" Odette asked instinctively.
Quentin changing the subject; did it mean he wouldn't pursue her mistakes?
Odette felt a glimmer of hope.
"About a kidnapping case."
Odette's expression changed immediately upon hearing that.
She hadn't forgotten who had kidnapped Lauren. Although Gregory had orchestrated it, Odette had carried it out.
She couldn't help but think of the time when the Robinson Conglomerate's design plans were leaked. It seemed similar.
She had been used by Gregory again.
She thought they were in it together, but Gregory had just used her as a pawn.
"You should know who the culprit is," Quentin said, his expression showing no anger, but his eyes were chilling.
"I'm giving you two choices: one, hand over all your communication with Gregory, and I'll get the best lawyer to reduce your sentence to under three years. Two, go to prison with Gregory."
Quentin's words weren't finished, but a fire seemed to ignite within him, fueling his primal urges.
Odette froze, then realized the drug was taking effect.
Quentin held his head, feeling a sharp pain.
He found it strange. He usually controlled his desires well, but this time was different. He looked at Odette.
His gaze held no lust, only murderous intent.
Quentin thought of the coffee he had drunk earlier.
Odette must have tampered with it.
"Did you drug me?"
Odette trembled in fear. She had indeed drugged Quentin, not wanting to waste the rare opportunity of him seeking her out.
But she hadn't wanted him to discover it like this.
Odette felt doomed, so she decided to take a gamble.
She placed one hand on Quentin's chest and the other on her own, her eyes filled with longing.
"Quentin, if you're feeling uncomfortable, I'm willing."
"Get out!" Quentin growled, though his labored breathing made it sound unclear.
"What did you say, Quentin?" Odette thought she had misheard.
Quentin was telling her to get out?
And in his drugged state, he was still rejecting her!
Odette couldn't believe it.
"Get out!" Quentin repeated impatiently.
He stood up, wanting to find Lauren, but Odette blocked his way.
"Quentin, why won't you give me a chance?" Odette cried, taking advantage of Quentin's unclear mind to throw herself at him, tearing her clothes and shouting.
"Do you know how much I like you? Every day in Weitela, I thought about you, dreamed about you at night. I thought we could be together when I came back, but why are you with Lauren?"
"There's no need to tell you," Quentin's frown deepened.
The person he wanted to see most wasn't Odette, but she kept getting in his way.
He reached out to push her away.
"Looks like you're busy?"
Lauren's cold voice came from the staircase.
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