Leopold poured himself a glass of coffee, taking a contemplative sip before replying, "You know, your theory might just hold water."
Aurelia's eyebrows arched in triumph. "I've read my fair share of detective stories. Thank you."
She was a devoted fan of Agatha Christie, Arthur Conan Doyle, and the like.
When she wasn't busy with her design work, her favorite pastime was to sit by the window with a cup of coffee in hand, lost in a whodunit.
Leopold playfully tweaked her nose, his eyes softening with affection. "Your mind's more complicated than a road map."
Aurelia chuckled. "I may not have the staggering IQ you guys have, but I'm sharper than the average Joe."
Leopold laughed, appreciating her boundless imagination the most.
The darkness of the night gradually deepened.
Outside the VIP care room at Elysium Hospital, two bodyguards stood their vigilant watch, ensuring no unauthorized person came near.
A woman dressed as a nurse approached with a cart. "Time for the last check of the day. I need to take the patient's temperature."
The bodyguard opened the door to let her in.
"Leopold" lay on the hospital bed with his eyes shut, seemingly in a deep coma.
The woman withdrew a capsule filled with cyanide, ready to slip it into his mouth, but a gun barrel pressed against the back of her head abruptly halted her actions.
The bodyguard, gloved hands quick and sure, snatched the deadly capsule from her grip.
With a swift karate chop, she was out cold.
Back at the villa, Leopold picked up a call from Kevin.
He threw an arm around the woman beside him, his lips curving into a wicked smirk. "Want to watch something interesting?"
He grabbed the remote and flicked on the wall-mounted flat-screen TV, and high-definition footage began to play.
It was a live broadcast.
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