CHAPTER 334: CHAPTER 334 SORRY

Irene started speaking and suddenly burst into tears.

She was naturally fearful too, but no matter how she thought about it, she felt she hadn’t done anything wrong. This was how they usually accompanied clients for drinks; today’s was even more refined. This boss had a particularly high cultural level, liked watching dance, and writing poetry. None of them had any literary knowledge, so they were all browsing online for phrases. They couldn’t even exert half of their usual capabilities!

"The old man said he died of a sudden death during intercourse. We hadn’t even taken off our clothes! It’s unjust!"

As soon as Irene cried injustice, the other five also started crying and proclaiming their innocence.

With six women crying together, Ben Hunter’s head was about to explode.

He turned around and looked at Connor: "Get Alan Valley in here!"

"Yes!"

Connor quickly pulled Director Valley in.

Director Valley was accustomed to seeing life and death, and he looked at Leon Hunter’s corpse with more calmness than anyone else. After a careful examination, he frowned and said, "It does seem like it’s sudden death caused by over-excitement, but further examinations are needed. Can the old man consent to an autopsy?"

"Autopsy!"

Though Ben Hunter was old, he wasn’t conservative in thinking: "Conduct the autopsy thoroughly! Whoever killed my son, I will make them repay a hundredfold!"

Director Valley and the forensic expert Ben Hunter had called took Leon’s corpse away, and Irene, along with the others, were detained at the holding center and repeatedly interrogated by the police.

Leon Hunter’s villa quieted down, appearing somewhat empty.

"Connor, get someone to guard this house well, and don’t let anyone in or out to prevent the loss of evidence."

"Yes."

"Take Harry back to the hospital; the company is in my hands. Recover well before going out again."

After speaking, Ben Hunter turned and left, his demeanor restored to its usual composure, with an inner steadfastness that seemed unbreakable.

Harry Hunter watched his back, his expression resembling Ben Hunter’s cold and firm demeanor.

He grasped Isabella Weaver’s hand softly, "Madam, my chest hurts a bit."

Isabella was still emotionally immersed in what had just happened; she jumped in fright at his words and hurriedly embraced him: "Quick, quick, quick, let’s go to the hospital!"

Connor watched the Young Master’s behavior and couldn’t help shaking his head; really, employing such a clumsy tactic to placate his wife and alleviate guilt. Couldn’t he transfer some of his business acumen into handling emotions?

The three of them got in the car, with Connor driving in front, Harry Hunter reclining on Isabella Weaver’s lap in the back, alternately complaining of chest pain, headache, and stomach ache.

Eventually, even Isabella began to feel suspicious.

But when they returned to the hospital, Harry Hunter lay on the bed and fell asleep, scaring Isabella Weaver into neglecting her suspicions and staying by his side without moving until he woke up again at midnight, allowing her to finally breathe a sigh of relief.

Isabella Weaver embraced him, her tears quickly soaking through his clothes.

Harry Hunter gently kissed her, "Did I scare you? I’m not going to die; just not fully recovered, too tired and worn out, that’s why I fell asleep."

Isabella choked and said, "I’m sorry."

"What silly thing are you saying? What do you have to apologize to me for?"

"Alexander Parker... He almost got you killed."

Harry Hunter suddenly smiled; his little wife didn’t call that bastard cousin anymore!

Hmm, what a pleasant surprise!

"Although he played a part, it truly can’t entirely be blamed on him. Even without him, Austin Winters would have likewise found a chance to lay hands on me. I truly didn’t expect that a good-for-nothing little brother, who does nothing all day but loaf around flattering others, would be a top-notch assassin; he’s hidden way too well!"