ReadGoodChapter 297 Andrew shook his head, Im not sure.
Although these photos alone might anger Atlas, given his calculated nature, hell likely choose to stay calm.
Prue, Natasha agreed Atlas is too shrewd .
When he sees these photos, his first instinct will be to control hits anger toward Finley .
We need to push further, make Atlas so furious hell turn against Finley completely.
Dylan shrugged.
Going further means catching them in the act.
But where are we going to get that kind of evidence? Where are Finley and Yvonne now? Andrew asked.
They went to the lounge after the gala, but we dont have cameras there, Dylan replied.
Natasha sighed, We obviously cant install surveillance in the lounges that would offend too many important people.
Just then, Antocin with news, Madam, Mr.
Garner, Mr.
Lloyd Yvonne has already left the estate.
So this operation wasntperfect, Natasha said, rubbing her temples.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtWithout concrete evidence between Yvonne and Finley, we dont have enough leverage to drive a wedge between, Finley and Atlas.
Finleys got sself control, Dylan remarked .
I thought hed take Yvonne to a hotel.
right after the gala, but he let her leave alone.
Antospoke with obvious disdain, Since this was Mr.
Lloyds plan, perhaps he has sother brilliant ideas? You dont think my plan was good enough? Andrew asked, eyeing him.
Not just inadequate.
It was completely useless, Antoscoffed.
If Finley and Atlas were this easy to take down, West End wouldnt be walking on eggshells around them.
Antonio, leave us, Natasha ordered with a frown.
Before leaving, Antosneered at Andrew .
If Mr.
Lloyd wants to show off in front of Madam Vostokoff, he should bring something substantial .
These amateur tricks just show your inexperience.
Natasha, your subordinate seems to have a death wish, Dylan said grimly.
Who does this old fool think he is to disrespect Mr.
Lloyd ? Mr.
Lloyd, I apologize for my subordinates behavior, Natasha said sincerely.
Lets check Finleys lounge, Andrew suggested, waving off the apology.
Natasha hesitated for a moment.
Theyre already gone.
Whats the point of looking now? Before long, the three of them arrived at one of the villas guest lounges. Andrew pushed the door open, revealing a staff member inside, tidying up the room.
Dylan glanced around and commented, This is the room where Finley and Yvonne were staying earlier.
If we had set up a camera here beforehand, we mightve captured something ...
spicy.
Andrew shook his head.
Thats unrealistic.
In a space this small, with Finleys level of awareness, he wouldve noticed any surveillance equipment immediately.
Natasha stepped forward and stated, Mr.
Garner Mr.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmLloyd, theres really nothing left to see here.
We should go.
Even if those photos dont damage Finley and Atlas alliance, sending! them to Atlas would still annoy him enough to be worth it. Suddenly, Andrew said, Wait.
Both Dylan and Natasha gave him puzzled looks as he walked toward the staff member.
Is something wrong, sir? the staff member asked politely.
Andrew did not respond to her but instead focused on the tray she was holding .
On it were two wine glasses, each containing remnants of a deep red liquid .
Natasha chuckled lightly.
Mr.
Lloyd, if youre interested in wine, theres a cellar here with hundreds of premium selections. You can taste them to your hearts content.
Andrew remained silent.
Then, he picked up the two glasses and held them up to his nose.
He sniffed them carefully, his expression growing ving serious as he! exclaimed Cantharides ! Natashas smile froze. Cantharides? Isnt that a potent aphrodisiac ? Dylans face turned pale.
Mr.
Lloyd, are you saying... this wine had cantharides in it ?
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