C63 Aimee Was Poisoned!?

How many shameless individuals does one encounter in a lifetime?

It's difficult to quantify, given the abundance of such characters.

Yet, in that instant, Olivia, Aimee, and Mr. Ferguson were in unanimous agreement.

Westley's shamelessness outdid the rest.

His skin was impossibly thick.

Modesty was a concept alien to him.

He was the epitome of shamelessness.

His behavior was repugnant to them.

They had never imagined someone like Westley existed.

He already had a beauty by his side, yet he dared to covet the Rogers family's Second Miss.

Was he aspiring to take two wives?

They hadn't pegged Westley as that type of man.

Westley, observing their livid expressions, inquired nonchalantly, "What's wrong? Do you all concur with the suggestion?"

"Westley!" Olivia's voice escalated.

"I'm going to fight you with everything I've got."

Aimee instinctively grabbed the nearest utensils, ready to use them as weapons.

And Mr. Ferguson was prepared to wield a chair in defense.

They were united in their desire to eliminate the shameless Westley.

But before they could act,

Westley abruptly rose, his hand thundering down on the dining table.

The resounding smack sent the tableware leaping into the air.

Startled, they involuntarily turned their gaze to Westley.

"Have you had enough of this charade?"

His piercing gaze swept over them, his voice icy.

His stare sent chills down their spines.

"Isn't this the response you were seeking?"

"To make me the scapegoat, to pin this humiliating accusation on me?"

"Now, regardless of my explanations, you refuse to listen."

"Fine, I accept it."

A smile then broke across Westley's face, cold and yet tinged with desolation.

"Are you satisfied now?"

"I apologize, but I will no longer be at your service."

With those final words, Westley stood tall and exited the villa without a backward glance.

His posture was erect and dignified, exuding an air of distinction.

Yet his solitary silhouette was a portrait of desolation.

For the first time, Olivia saw Westley in this light, her eyes betraying a mix of complexity and regret.

Perhaps she should have heeded Westley's words.

Overcome, Olivia slumped into her chair.

Sensing the odd tension, Mr. Ferguson discreetly ascended the stairs to tend to his belongings.

Aimee managed to force a smile, trying to sound casual as she said, "It's as if he's the one who's been wronged. Where could he possibly go?"

Turning to Olivia, Aimee added, "Well, maybe that's for the best. Perhaps he won't bother you anymore."

"Mhm," Olivia responded, her mind elsewhere.

She was haunted by a strange feeling. Had she seen Westley's retreating figure somewhere before?

"What's bothering you?" Aimee inquired.

Snapped back to the present, Olivia massaged her temples before fixing her gaze on Aimee. "I need you to be honest with me."

"What do you mean?" Aimee asked, looking down with a hint of unease.

"I want to know exactly what happened tonight. No omissions, no secrets," Olivia insisted, her tone grave.

Aimee had never heard Olivia speak with such severity. She nodded, "James called me this evening, saying he'd take me out for some fun. He claimed it would be thrilling, that I'd experience things I'd never seen before. After thinking it over, I agreed."

"Where did you go?"

"The Golden Palace," Aimee replied.

Olivia's brow furrowed. She was familiar with the place. The Golden Palace was a high-end venue frequented by the affluent of Lindzac City. And Charlotte, the enigmatic owner behind the scenes, was nothing short of a legend.

"The Golden Palace operates on a membership basis; you can't get in without being a member. To even qualify for a basic membership card, you have to spend hundreds of thousands," Aimee explained.

"Focus on the main point," Olivia cut in.

Aimee stuck out her tongue, "I'm not a member, but I got in with James. That's where I saw Westley."

"Why would Westley be there?" Olivia was genuinely puzzled.

"I'm not sure. He was being escorted out by security, and I didn't catch what had happened. I was in a hurry to watch the Cage Fighting Competition and didn't pay much attention," Aimee admitted with a nod.

"And what exactly is this Cage Fighting Competition?" Olivia pressed.

Aimee explained the cage fighting competition to Olivia.

"What happened next?" Olivia inquired.

"Then, Rollen and Vaden showed up. You're familiar with them, aren't you?" Aimee said.

"I've met them a few times. But that Vaden seems rather lecherous. It's best to keep your distance from him," Olivia said with a slight frown.

"I'm aware! And Rollen, just one look at him and you can tell he's bad news," Aimee pouted.

"Really? I've heard Rollen is quite ambitious, and the Freeman family is investing a lot in him. They have significant business dealings with our company and are one of our major suppliers," Olivia remarked.

"I might not understand business, but he just rubs me the wrong way," Aimee's face clearly showed her displeasure.

"So, what happened after that?"

"I was about to leave, but Edith and James stopped me. I had no interest in watching the match any longer, so I just sat there, sipping juice and playing on my phone. And then..."

Aimee cocked her head, trying hard to remember, but found a blank in her memory, as if it had been surgically removed.

"You can't recall anything?" Olivia's brow furrowed.

This was a critical point.

If Aimee had evidence, it could prove whether Westley was wrongfully accused.

"I just can't remember. Maybe I should call James and ask," Aimee suggested, reaching for her phone.

But before she could make the call, Mr. Ferguson hurried down the stairs.

He set a basin on the table with a peculiar look and said, "Miss Olivia, Second Miss, take a look at this."

Olivia and Aimee immediately turned their attention to it.

They gasped at the sight.

In the plastic basin was a small amount of water.

But now, the water was tainted by something unknown, turning a sinister shade of purple-red.

It was startling, to say the least!

Moreover, the water emitted a foul stench.

The towel in the basin was unmistakably Aimee's own pink one.

"Could it be that Aimee was actually poisoned?" Olivia's complexion turned ashen.