Chapter 1568: Chapter 1568: The Drunken Woman
Given Gavin Graves and her friendship, being childhood playmates, agreeing is understandable.
But according to Gavin Graves’ personality, unless it’s a woman he is personally interested in, he wouldn’t do anything that might lead to any ambiguous actions or words between the two.
He was about to tactfully refuse when Aria Jackson suddenly said, “Mr. Graves, may I have a word with you?”
Gavin Graves raised an eyebrow in surprise, seeing Aria Jackson already getting up, he also stood up and followed her outside.
“Agree to it,” Aria Jackson said.
Gavin Graves raised an eyebrow, turned his head to glance inside the room, and then looked at Aria Jackson again, “Reason?”
“I said earlier, Moissanite is a major suspect, which is not entirely true.” Aria Jackson said softly, “Ruth Frazer is also a major suspect, although she was attacked, the suspicion cannot be completely eliminated, you should stay and see what exactly she wants to do.”
Gavin Graves was always above others, rarely anyone would give him orders, nor did he ever cooperate with public officials in similar actions.
He said, “Since you suspect him, why not just take him back for questioning?”
Aria Jackson laughed, softly, a little helpless, “To be honest, we’ve been investigating this case for some time now, but there’s not a single clue. Moissanite is a highly valued professional in our country, unless the evidence is solid, any investigative action that might affect his personal reputation is not allowed, including questioning Moissanite’s wife… Now Ruth Frazer is the only breakthrough, so I can only trouble Master Graves to help, okay?”
Gavin Graves frowned, “So many people have gone missing, all hired through this couple, isn’t that solid evidence?”
“That’s just Ruth Frazer’s word, she herself is a suspect, and merely based on her confession, we cannot apply for an arrest warrant.” Aria Jackson sighed, “The inside and outside of this house, there are barely any footprints of Moissanite himself, nor any bloodstains or corpses, our investigation is very passive.”
Aria Jackson looked at Gavin Graves and once again said sternly, “The current death toll is 3, with 37 missing persons, the estimated numbers are far beyond this, aren’t you curious where all these disappeared people have gone?”
Gavin Graves thought for a moment, nodded, “Okay, I’ll stay, and see if she is truly scared or playing tricks.”
With Gavin Graves staying, naturally Cherry also had to stay.
Aria Jackson went back to report the work and simultaneously deploy the upcoming actions, before leaving, she left three plain-clothed officers of average height and appearance, two men and one woman, slightly disguised as a servant and a cook in Ruth Frazer’s house.
During the day, Ruth Frazer didn’t dare stay alone, always staying in the living room with those undercover officers.
At night, Ruth Frazer didn’t dare go back to her room to sleep, fearing Moissanite might suddenly return in the middle of the night, she ended up resting next to the room of Gavin Graves and Cherry.
No matter if what she said today was true or not, at least the fear and anxiety she displayed seemed real.
…
The mountain’s night was unbelievably quiet, barely a bird call could be heard.
In the middle of the night, Gavin Graves woke up, hearing the creak of the door next door opening, as if someone was walking out.
—Ruth Frazer was clearly terrified, why would she leave the room in the dead of night?
He glanced down at the sleeping Cherry in his arms, gently moved his arm away, got out of bed, and went out the door, preparing to have a look…
Ruth Frazer went all the way downstairs to the dining room.
Gavin Graves followed at a distance, wondering what she was doing up in the middle of the night, and saw her take a bottle of wine from the shelf, pour it into a pretty glass, and then drink it down in large gulps.
…Trying to borrow some courage from alcohol?
Watching quietly for a while, Ruth Frazer had already downed two or three glasses.
Gavin Graves found nothing suspicious, turned around to head back to his room.
At that moment, Ruth Frazer called his name, “Gavin Graves.”
Gavin Graves stood still, quietly looking at the woman, her eyes and eyebrows appeared hazy and blurry in the night’s darkness, the alcohol lent her a touch of allure.
She gracefully walked closer, her soft jade-like arm like a snow lotus placed on his shoulder, “Keep me company, will you?”