Login via

Flash Marriage: Slow Down Mister novel Chapter 114

Horace had changed. He began to pay attention to his private life?

Alastair stood there, lost in thought.

Isaac pushed him from behind and asked him to answer Horace's question quickly.

Alastair finally came to his senses.

He thought for a while and replied, "A woman who was drugged? It's impossible. I won't touch such a woman. After all, I'm handsome and rich. There are many beautiful women who keep throwing themselves at me. Why would I touch a woman who is not willing to be with me? Yes, I admit that I'm dandiacal and I have a bad wine personality. But I have a good taste in women."

According to Alastair's background and appearance, he really didn't need to touch a woman who was drugged. He should not be that kind of person. But what if he was drunk, unconscious or went to the wrong room?

Horace asked aggressively, "Think it over and answer me. Have= you ever been drunk and become not like yourself?"

Alastair realized the seriousness of the matter when he was questioned seriously. However, the only person he could think of was Clara who could make Horace behave like this.

Still tied up, Alastair asked, " Wait… the woman who was drugged, don't tell me she's your wife! What on earth happened?"

Horace didn't answer. For the sake of Clara, he didn't know how to start. Besides, he didn't want to talk about Darren.

Seeing this, Isaac had to explain to Alastair.

Isaac told Alastair briefly what happened to Clara two years ago when she was in college.

Alastair was shocked and sympathized with this woman. Who the hell was so crazy and vicious? If he knew it, he would definitely not let this bastard go!

Isaac said that Horace had sent him to investigate the drugging incident of Clara. He had traced it back to that night in the Millennium Hotel and that room.

The receptionist of the hotel gave Isaac an important clue. On the morning of the second day after the incident, a waiter found a silk scarf with the letter "J" on it when he was cleaning the room. That scarf was similar to the one customized by Alastair.

Isaac smiled apologetically, "So, Mr. Jakovich, I'm really sorry. I kidnapped you in a hurry. After all, you are the most suspected."

Hearing that, Alastair nodded repeatedly, "It's okay. It's okay. I understand. It's your duty. The scarf is indeed..."

Speaking of this, Alastair suddenly stopped. He turned around and stared at Horace, angry and annoyed. His silk scarf factory had been suddenly taken over by someone for no reason a few days ago, which caused him to be exhausted. Maybe that man was Horace?

It made sense. Only Horace had the ability to take over his scarf factory in a short time. Now it seemed that he had found the person behind this acquisition.

Alastair cursed, "So, you, Mr. Kirkland, suspended production of my factory for no reason. It turned out that you just wanted to avenge for Clara? I... I'm going to die unjustly."

Horace made an eye gesture to Isaac to untie Alastair. Isaac poured a glass of whisky for Alastair.

Horace had gone too far. He even became her private detective to protect her. He really took her as his own treasure. How great love is!

Alastair cursed Horace in his heart, "I really can't let you go in this way. You've crossed the line. We're brothers. In the end, you don't care about me after getting married."

Horace was still confused. After all, the evidence was laid there. Who else could it be except Alastair? He would rather kill all by mistake than let them go. Alastair was usually a playboy. His words were too untrustworthy.

"Try to remember that night again. I won't kill you. I just want to find out the truth and give Clara justice. I hope she can be happy in the future. Alastair, try to recall again. Two years ago, the Millennium Hotel, the silk scarf, the room..."

Alastair tried to recall the past and drank up the whisky on the table.

He raised his hand and promised to Horace that he had never slept with Clara. He would not do such a thing. If he did, he would admit it. As for the silk scarf, he didn't know what was going on.

However, Horace didn't trust Alastair that much. He just asked, "Could it be that you've forgotten about it? After all, you slept with too many women."

Alastair buttoned up his clothes and straightened them. After thinking for a while, he said, "That's impossible. I have kept a record. Otherwise, with so many women around me, I can't remember clearly. I have never seen or slept with Clara."

Alastair looked through the daily arrangement two years ago, "Two years ago, I didn't go to the Millennium Hotel. The record didn't mention it, and I didn't remember either."

If it wasn't Alastair, who would have the silk scarf?

Isaac questioned, "What about the handkerchief? The customized handkerchief with the letter "J" embroidered on it? It's produced by your factory. What's more, the letter J is the initial letter of your surname."

What? Even Isaac began to interrogate him. They had already taken him as a suspect. Was it reasonable?

Alastair said, "The silk scarf looks like mine very much. But "J" doesn't only stand for Jakovich! Maybe it's Jackson, Joe, Jones... There are so many possible names. It's not necessarily mine."

Horace scolded Alastair in a low voice, "Don't quibble. You know how powerful I am. It's definitely not as simple as closing down your silk scarf factory. Alastair, if the silk scarf wasn't yours, do you know who could have it?"

It had been a long time since he saw Horace care about a woman so much. Alastair sighed.

In the past, Horace didn't need to wear a mask or hide his ability with a wheelchair. He was happy and full of sunshine. It was time and experience that changed him.

Now, Clara had entered his life, and Horace had become livelier.

Since Horace attached so much importance to this woman, out of brotherhood, Alastair must answer truthfully and help Horace with all his might.

Alastair replied, "I have too many silk scarfs. Every year, I will give them to many friends and important clients, but they are all close friends with me. About the silk scarf two years ago, you have to let me go back and think about it.

Don't worry, Horace. Your business is my business. I will help you investigate the matter of the silk scarf and find out the truth."

Comments

The readers' comments on the novel: Flash Marriage: Slow Down Mister