Oops My Toyboy Is A Hidden Tycoon

Chapter 192

Jonathan's voice was detached. "I said back then, if you try any tricks and hurt anyone, I won't let you get away with it easily."

Abby shouted, "I didn't do it!" Jonathan replied calmly. "So why did those two horses go wild today?" Abby was taken aback. as if she had just realized something. "What does that have to do with me?" said she.

At this moment, the trainer from the stables came in, respectfully approaching Whitney. He said, "Ms. Bennett, we just checked the surveillance. Juliette and Shauna went wild because Abby gave them banned substances."

These horses were racehorses and they had to train every day. Ifthey got injured, it was convenient to have a hospital next to the stables, Various medications were kept on the shelves there. The trainer had shown visitors around before.

Abby's eyes widened in disbelief. "You're framing met I didn't do it" But Whitney seemed uninterested in listening to her explanation, casually waving her hand.

"People like this should be sent directly to the police station. We live in a lawful society where anyone who does wrong must face consequences, and everyone is equal before the law, One must always follow the law and never wish harm on others," said Whitney. Abby was dragged away, but as she was taken, she kept yelling at the top of her lungs, claiming she had been framed.

Jonathan listened to Whitney's righteous speech and suddenly laughed. He thought, The person who most igitore the law and human life is ironically claiming that everyone is equal before the law."

At that moment, Nina accidentally dropped her fork. She quickly bent down to pick it up Jonathan glanced at Nina again. She retrieved the fork, but her fingers holding the silver fork trembled slightly.

A trace of sternness flickered in Jonathan's eyes. Cynthia remained calm and detached, as if it were none of her business. She knew that this situation was definitely not as simple as it appeared

She mused, 'Abby's drugging is likely set up by someone manipulating things from behind the scenes. This might just be a classic case of the thief shouting

The chaotic scene made the atmosphere at the meal even more bizarre. Even Shane was nervous. He thought. Out of eight guests, incidents have already happened to two. How could we continue filming like this?" Throughout the meal, everyone was lost in their own thoughts. After lunch, it was break time. Everyone returned to their rooms to rest. Before heading back, Cynthia made a stop at the restroom.

As she came out of the restroom, two bodyguards blocked her way. "Ms. Jones, Ms. Bennett has invited you to a show." Cynthia looked around and noticed there was no one else around. Cynthia tried to resist and said, "Can't I refuse?" The bodyguard, with a cold face, replied, "If you can slip away from the two of us, then you're free not to go"

Whitney's bodyguards were clearly top-notch professionals. Frotu how they had previously subdued wild racehorses with case, Cynthia could tell she couldn't take on even one of them, let alone two, Cynthia was perceptive. She calmly said, "I'll walk myself out." Cynthia followed the two out of the mansion. A black sedan was already parked outside.

After Cynthia got into the car, they left the estate. About half an hour later, they arrived at a place. The architecture here was unusual, resembling a birdcage. Cynthia had seen this place on the map before. It was the Grand Theater on the island. After getting out of the car, Cynthia followed the bodyguards inside. Mon, No!

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The theater was large. Once inside, she found all the decor was very old-fashioned, like a grand royal palace.

In the center of the theater was a huge stage, and at this moment, a red curtain was drawn over it. Sitting at the very center of the audience

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At that moment, Cynthia couldn't find the logic behind it. She was concerned there might be some hidden trick in the wording. So, she cautiously replied, "I don't know."

Whitney gave a bitter smile. When she looked up again, she was her usual self. Cynthia didn't want to talk about opera with her anymore. The atmosphere here felt suffocating

She asked, "Ms. Bennett, did you ask me here just to watch a play with you?" "Of course not," Whitney replied, picking up her bag from the seat next to her.

She then opened it. From inside, she took out an exquisite handgun-a Swiss-made P210 pistol crafted in gold.

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