Chapter 570
Before Tarquin even arrived, he’d already gotten the gist from Lowell, nodding politely in acknowledgment.
“Any progress on finding out what happened p>
“So far, nothing definitive. We’re pretty sure your son’s poisoning has something to do with that maid, but she’s dead now. That leads us to a dead end p>
Tarquin frowned, “Any leads on the maid’s death p>
Roland shook his head, “Looks like suicide at first glance, but it’s too early to jump to conclusions. We need to dig a bit deeper p>
Tarquin just hummed, not asking anything further.
Roland then said, “We’ve wrapped up the evidence collection here and have someone guarding the scene. Unless there’s anything else, we’ll be on our way. We’ll keep you updated on any breakthroughs p>
Tarquin nodded, “Yeah, please keep this under wraps p>
“Understood, you’ve got it p>
With that, Roland signaled his team to leave, leaving the Bradford family in a state of panic.
“Just like that? What about him holding us here against our will p>
Roland replied, “Didn’t Mr. Bradford just say the front door is open, and you’re free to leave if you wish p>
“He p>
Earlier, through Lowell, Tarquin had made it clear anyone attempting to leave would face severe consequences—a blatant threat!
But now, nobody wanted to be the first to voice this out.
They all hoped someone else would, to their benefit.
So, the group fell into collective silence.
Seeing no one speak up, Roland left with his team.
The moment the police were out of sight, Tarquin glanced at Lowell, “Lock the door p>
Lowell immediately shut the mansion’s main door.
The Bradford family was petrified. Allegra stepped forward to speak.
“Tarquin, we get you’re upset about your son, but taking it out on us isn’t fair. Direct your anger at the killer, not us p>
Tarquin, legs crossed and seated on a couch, ignored her and tossed a document onto the coffee table.
He then lit a cigarette, taking a drag in silence.
Curious, Allegra picked it up, her eyes widening in shock.
“Share transfer agreement, 20% of the shares p>
The rest of the Bradfords, overhearing this, rushed to take a look, their eyes bulging with disbelief.
What was Tarquin planning?
20% of the company shares were worth a fortune!
Gideon, sitting across from Tarquin, first scrutinized the document, then looked up, puzzled.
“What are you trying to do p>
Tarquin flicked ash from his cigarette.
“Regarding Elijah’s poisoning, whoever provides a significant lead will get these 20% shares p>
The room went silent with shock.
They now realized he was using the shares as bait for information.
The police had failed to catch the culprit, so he was taking matters into his own hands.
Such a tempting offer!
Gideon didn’t even have 20% of the shares himself. Whoever landed this deal would become the Bradford Group’s second in command overnight!
Not just a fortune in gold, but a leap in power too!
Everyone was envious but frustrated at their lack of leads.
Gideon’s heart raced, fearing betrayal from within, he quickly said,
“Throwing out such big bait, your motive is right, but in the end, the shares stay in the family p>
Tarquin lifted an eyebrow at him.
“I, Tarquin, always keep my word. To you, those shares are priceless; to me, they’re trivial. If someone brings valuable information, the shares are theirs. I won’t tarnish my reputation over this p>
With everyone watching, he signed his name on the document.
The room held its breath, eyes glued to the paper.
It was like a pack of starving dogs eyeing a juicy bone, drooling in anticipation.
Gideon’s closest aides broke out in a cold sweat.