My Husband Is a Gary Stu

Chapter 89

and reported to Armand, “Mr. Faulkner, I’ve already procured some of the recordings from the surveillance cameras. They belong to those that are facing the corridor on the twelfth floor. I’ve also handed it to the police. But unfortunately, there isn’t enough evidence at the moment. Cooper will only get a few days of detention at best.” “A few days of detention is enough.” Armand shook off the ashes from his cigarette. His face was cold as ice. “When the time comes, spread the news to those who’re closely affiliated with Specter Corporation.” Steven acknowledged the order. He then continued, “I’ve also checked the surveillance cameras at the corners of the banquet hall. Queenie from the translation department was seen pestering Mrs. Faulkner. However, Mrs. Faulkner did not touch the champagne that was given to her.” “I’ve asked my men to check on all of Queenie’s social accounts. We found that she had enlisted the help of several guys. She must be conspiring…” Steven explained. Nevertheless, the rest of it was too unpleasant to be put into words. Therefore, Steven summarized it for Armand. “Mrs. Faulkner was really witty. She joined hands together with Patrick to deceive Queenie. They tricked her into the room instead. I had someone climb over the balcony to check it. There was a similar scent in the room.” “Based on what you’ve just said, it seems like she has a good supply of this illegal drug,” Timothy said in a lazy tone. His long slender body was leaning against the back of the sofa. He was a little puzzled. “This kind of illegal drug is very hard to come by. There are limited channels to get it. It’s not something money can buy. I’m very curious as to how she managed to get her hands on it.” Timothy turned toward Steven. “So, this Queenie. Is she from an established family?” “Her uncle is Harold Lane from Central Group’s purchasing department. They have a bit of money, but not much on influence,” Steven answered. His face turned solemn as he continued, “Someone was helping her in secret.” Armand closed his eyes. He was smoking quietly by the window. After the conversation with Timothy and Steven, the cigarette between his fingers had also reached its end. “Once Queenie’s awake, I’ll give her a proper interrogation. I’m dying to find whoever that’s responsible for this setup. How dare they drag my woman into this!” “Wow.” Timothy’s arms were folded in front of his chest. He mocked, “Armand, you were despising her just a few hours ago. All of a sudden, she’s your woman now?” Armand tilted his head and gave him a cold stare. Timothy stopped fooling around. He yawned before announcing to the rest, “It’s been a busy night. I’m feeling tired as well. I’ll go and take a rest. Look for my assistant if there’s anything.” Right before entering his room, Timothy stole another glance at