Flash Marriage: Slow Down Mister novel Chapter 114

Horace had changed. He began to pay attention to his private life?

Alastair stood there, lost in thought.

Isaac pushed him from behind and asked him to answer Horace's question quickly.

Alastair finally came to his senses.

He thought for a while and replied, "A woman who was drugged? It's impossible. I won't touch such a woman. After all, I'm handsome and rich. There are many beautiful women who keep throwing themselves at me. Why would I touch a woman who is not willing to be with me? Yes, I admit that I'm dandiacal and I have a bad wine personality. But I have a good taste in women."

According to Alastair's background and appearance, he really didn't need to touch a woman who was drugged. He should not be that kind of person. But what if he was drunk, unconscious or went to the wrong room?

Horace asked aggressively, "Think it over and answer me. Have= you ever been drunk and become not like yourself?"

Alastair realized the seriousness of the matter when he was questioned seriously. However, the only person he could think of was Clara who could make Horace behave like this.

Still tied up, Alastair asked, " Wait… the woman who was drugged, don't tell me she's your wife! What on earth happened?"

Horace didn't answer. For the sake of Clara, he didn't know how to start. Besides, he didn't want to talk about Darren.

Seeing this, Isaac had to explain to Alastair.

Isaac told Alastair briefly what happened to Clara two years ago when she was in college.

Alastair was shocked and sympathized with this woman. Who the hell was so crazy and vicious? If he knew it, he would definitely not let this bastard go!

Isaac said that Horace had sent him to investigate the drugging incident of Clara. He had traced it back to that night in the Millennium Hotel and that room.

The receptionist of the hotel gave Isaac an important clue. On the morning of the second day after the incident, a waiter found a silk scarf with the letter "J" on it when he was cleaning the room. That scarf was similar to the one customized by Alastair.

Isaac smiled apologetically, "So, Mr. Jakovich, I'm really sorry. I kidnapped you in a hurry. After all, you are the most suspected."

Hearing that, Alastair nodded repeatedly, "It's okay. It's okay. I understand. It's your duty. The scarf is indeed..."

Speaking of this, Alastair suddenly stopped. He turned around and stared at Horace, angry and annoyed. His silk scarf factory had been suddenly taken over by someone for no reason a few days ago, which caused him to be exhausted. Maybe that man was Horace?

It made sense. Only Horace had the ability to take over his scarf factory in a short time. Now it seemed that he had found the person behind this acquisition.

Alastair cursed, "So, you, Mr. Kirkland, suspended production of my factory for no reason. It turned out that you just wanted to avenge for Clara? I... I'm going to die unjustly."

Isaac questioned, "What about the handkerchief? The customized handkerchief with the letter "J" embroidered on it? It's produced by your factory. What's more, the letter J is the initial letter of your surname."

What? Even Isaac began to interrogate him. They had already taken him as a suspect. Was it reasonable?

Alastair said, "The silk scarf looks like mine very much. But "J" doesn't only stand for Jakovich! Maybe it's Jackson, Joe, Jones... There are so many possible names. It's not necessarily mine."

Horace scolded Alastair in a low voice, "Don't quibble. You know how powerful I am. It's definitely not as simple as closing down your silk scarf factory. Alastair, if the silk scarf wasn't yours, do you know who could have it?"

It had been a long time since he saw Horace care about a woman so much. Alastair sighed.

In the past, Horace didn't need to wear a mask or hide his ability with a wheelchair. He was happy and full of sunshine. It was time and experience that changed him.

Now, Clara had entered his life, and Horace had become livelier.

Since Horace attached so much importance to this woman, out of brotherhood, Alastair must answer truthfully and help Horace with all his might.

Alastair replied, "I have too many silk scarfs. Every year, I will give them to many friends and important clients, but they are all close friends with me. About the silk scarf two years ago, you have to let me go back and think about it.

Don't worry, Horace. Your business is my business. I will help you investigate the matter of the silk scarf and find out the truth."