67. I Love You

Max had tried several times to contact the interrogator. However, not a single call was answered.

“Does he know that the camera has been uncovered?” Max thought as he hung up the call and put the phone on the table. Tapping his fingers, the man thought.

“Could it be … his arrival was also arranged?”

A faint gasp escaped from the man's mouth.

“Is that why Sebastian deliberately told me about Sharp Knife? So that, I would hire him to interrogate Gaby?”

After a moment of silence, Max huffed in annoyance. “What should I do if he really is the the mastermind?”

Feeling his head getting heavier, the man finally got up from the chair. “I'd better take care of Gabriella first. I shouldn't have locked my wife in the bedroom like this."

Without the slightest suspicion, Max returned to the room, leaving his wife's suitcase lying in the corner of his workroom.

"Gaby, let's—"

The man's intention to talk to his wife was immediately delayed. Gabriella wasn't in the room.