Chapter 215 Molly is Toxic!
William rushed back to Evelyn, panting and sweating.
Instead of asking about the results right away, Evelyn handed him a cup of warm water. "Take a break first. It's freezing outside, isn't it?"
William took the cup, his cold fingers brushing against Evelyn's warm ones, sending a jolt through him.
"Sit down and rest," Evelyn said, settling on the sofa with her legs crossed under her nightgown, pink velvet slippers dangling from her toes.
William blushed, nervously holding the cup. "Evelyn, you were right. Donovan knows Dorothy, and they're pretty close!"
Evelyn smiled slightly. "Even if I'm good, I still need you to get things done."
William shyly smiled and handed over his phone.
She took it, her long lashes sweeping over the photos without much emotion.
The photos showed Donovan and Dorothy on a date at a café, with Donovan touching Dorothy's face and Dorothy holding his hand, gazing at each other affectionately.
"Evelyn, the evidence is clear. We can confront Donovan now!" William said excitedly.
"This isn't enough," Evelyn said, putting the phone down.
"Not enough?" William said, shocked. "I've checked hotel records for the past two months. They meet at least twice a week. Before that, they had no contact! Doesn't this prove Donovan is leaking information?"
"It's definitely Donovan, but this evidence is circumstantial. It's not enough to convict him," Evelyn said, closing her eyes and lying down on the sofa. "If they claim to be just lovers, you can't do anything."
William realized Evelyn wanted more than just to find out who was plotting against her; she wanted to eliminate the problem completely.
"Then we need evidence of him leaking trade secrets," William said darkly.
"I mentioned in a meeting that I was drafting a new plan, and Donovan couldn't wait to inform Dorothy. I know what he'll do next. For the next few days, don't follow Donovan to avoid alerting him. Have someone follow Dorothy and Debra to see if they have any contact. And check Dorothy's background again. We might find some surprises," Evelyn said.
"Got it, Evelyn," William said.
Suddenly, he heard even breathing.
William looked closely and saw Evelyn had fallen asleep, her delicate lips slightly parted, her long lashes casting shadows, her breath gentle.
'She must be exhausted,' he thought.
William's eyes softened with tenderness and concern. He knelt by the sofa, ready to carry her, but held back. Instead, he fetched a velvet blanket and gently covered her.
'I'm just a secretary, and she's asleep. It wouldn't be right. Besides, only Charlie, her brothers, or her lover should hold her. If I could just help her with her wedding dress one day, I'd be content.'
Late at night, in the study.
Edward sat by the window, pouring himself a glass of red wine. The glass was one of the Baroque-style crystal ones Evelyn had gifted him, its clear clink indicating top-notch quality.
There was a knock on the door, and Bart hurried in with some documents. "Edward, I've finished the investigation on Dorothy. This time, no mistakes!"
Bart was determined to make up for his previous slip-up that had damaged Edward's image in Evelyn's eyes.
"Scan a copy and send it to the Taylors," Edward said, turning the exquisite glass in his hand.
Bart was taken aback. "Huh? Send it to Landon?"
Seeing Edward's cold glance, he quickly corrected himself with a sheepish smile, "I mean, Mrs. Wellington."
"Send it via email," Edward paused, then added, "Anonymously."
"Why?" Bart asked, puzzled.
Edward's lips pressed together. "If she sees it's from the Wellington family, she might delete it without even looking."
At that moment, his phone vibrated. It was a video call from Eric.
Puzzled, he answered, "What now?"
On the screen, Eric looked pale, lying on a hospital bed. "Edward, I'm dying."
Edward's eyes remained calm.
"Is Molly specialized in poison?" Eric waved his IV-dripped hand, his tall frame curled up in pain. "She gave me a blueberry cake, and I ate it all. As soon as I got home, I started vomiting and having diarrhea. The doctor said I had food poisoning. I knew the cake tasted off, but I still ate it! Now I'm in pain again!"
Bart, listening nearby, turned away, clutching his stomach in silent laughter.
'Anyone who hears this might think he's giving birth,' Bart thought.
Edward suppressed a smile. "If you knew it was off, why did you eat it all?"
"Molly made it herself. It was a gesture of goodwill! Ouch!" Eric groaned again.
