Right Person, Wrong Time

Chapter 166 Cheeky Little Kid

After Whitney left with Hayden, the smile on Nicole’s face loosened. She looked at Tony with a slightly solemn expression.

“Mr. Larson, what exactly is going on?”

Tony explained, “At first, President Gardner was afraid that something would happen to Daniella, so he asked me to send someone to watch over her. About two days ago, the people I sent reported that they hadn’t seen Daniella, and we didn’t want to alert the enemy, so we had been watching over her from afar until today’s court session.”

Nicole pretty much understood what happened. Her face softened a little, and she asked, “When did she die?”

“About two days ago, but because the air conditioner was turned on in the room and the door was still locked, no one found out. Today, I sensed something was really wrong and instructed them to break in,” Tony explained in detail.

With Tony’s explanation, Nicole more or less understood the situation, so she nodded. “I heard from President Gardner that there were sleeping pills on the table.”

\“Yes, I also found an empty pack of sleeping pills on the table. Apart from the existing wound on her wrist, she didn’t have other wounds, so I guessed it was an overdose of sleeping pills,” Tony answered honestly.

going to be troublesome. Overdosing on sleeping pills sounded obviously like a case of

with a foul expression.

here for the next few days. You don’t need to think too much about this matter, as President Gardner will handle it properly. If

smile. “President Gardner is

look so good,” Tony said. “If there is anything you need me to do, you can call me at

nodded. The current information was indeed a bit too much, so she had to digest it well. She nodded and

…

Whitney were sitting face to face, and Hayden’s face no longer had the innocent smile he had

looked a little serious as he stared at

What happened

out her hand and pinched Hayden’s round face while saying with a smile, “You are one cheeky little

with some disgust. His delicate and small brows were slightly wrinkled, and he said, dissatisfied, “I’m talking to