NovelGoldChapter 179 Nice Try With The Powder
“Who called this in?”
The officers glanced over the scene, brows knitting tightly.
“What happened to the woman on the ground?”
“Officer, this lady suddenly coughed up blood and collapsed. The woman beside her is her servant, yet instead of
calling for an ambulance right away, she tried to frme, claiming | poisoned her. That's why | called the
police-and an ambulance. | imagine it should be here any minute.”
Natalie spoke clearly and logically, beating Lucy to the punch.
At that moment, the ambulance pulled up with a wail of sirens.
Following protocol, they prioritized saving lives; Quincy was lifted onto a stretcher and rushed
away.
Chris hurried over to Natalie.
“Miss, what happened?”
“Nothing.”
Natalie's tone was light, dismissive.
Sofficers followed the ambulance to the hospital, while Lucy and Natalie were kept
behind.
The police pulled footage from the boutique’s cameras. The angle was perfect-Natalie had entered facing the
lens directly, every movement captured with absolute clarity, down to the smallest detail.
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From the moment she stepped inside to the moment Quincy spoke to her, there had always been a person’s
distance between them.
Even when Quincy stepped closer, mistaking her for someone else, Natalie had instinctively shifted back,
maintaining a safe space.
With that distance, neither Natalie nor Quincy could have done anything discreet; every gesture would have
been visible.
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The footage showed plainly that there had been no physical contact between them.
When Lucy saw the video, her face drained of color.
She had never considered the possibility of such a sharp camera angle.
Could it be that this woman had been on guard from the very moment she walked in?
The thought chilled her.
“Who are you?” Her voice trembled.
Natalie let out a cold laugh. “You're not qualified to know.”
The steely look in her eyes, the force in her bearing-this was nothing like the Natalie raised by the Summers
family.
Chris stepped forward, his voice edged with lethal intent. “Who gave you the courage to frour Miss?”
Lucy’s legs nearly buckled.
“Miss? Whose... whose miss are you?”
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Natalie didn’t even spare her a glance this time.
She turned instead to the officers. “Officer, | walked in here to buy clothes and was slandered. | demand a
reasonable explanation from this woman.”
“No-I didn’t slander you! It has to be you. Otherwise why would Madam, perfectly fine while shopping, suddenly
collapse from poisoning after seeing you?”
Lucy blurted frantically, “Officer, | suspect she’s carrying poison powder on her!”
It was the stuff Sharon had bought off the black market.
In food, the powder dissolved without color or taste; but brushed against clothing or skin, it left black stains
behind.
Lucy’s eyes darted to the dark marks on Natalie's sleeve, and triumph curled across her lips.
“Officer, look at her sleeve! That's definitely poison powder!”
She thought she had found irrefutable proof, and pointed at Natalie's cuff with a feverish excitement.
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“Fool.”
Natalie sneered, not even bothering to argue.
But the officers exchanged glances; with a silent signal, one of them stepped forward and seized Lucy instead.
“What are you doing? You've got the
wrong person!”
Lucy froze, stunned.
Natalie didn’t even feel the urge to defend herself.
Chris, with a trace of mercy, spoke up.
“Miss, from the moment the officers arrived, they haven't found any source of poison. Yet you managed to
identify the powder instantly. Isn't that a confession in itself? And our Miss never touched your Madam after
entering. Do yourself a favor-if you want to frsomeone next time, at least try harder. Otherwise, do you
really think everyone is as stupid as you?”
The color drained further from Lucy's face.
“No-it wasn’t me! It really wasn’t! It was her! Officer, you have to believe me!”
She struggled and pleaded, but the officers waved her off, signaling for their colleagues to take her away. Still,
one of them turned back to Natalie.
“Miss, what your man said makes sense. Still, we'll need you to cto the station for questioning. We need to
determine the source of the powder on your sleeve.”
“Fine.”
Natalie didn’t refuse.
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Chris, however, grew uneasy.
The Miss goes shopping and ends up hauled to the police station—doesn’t that make this my failure?
Before Natalie noticed, he quickly sent a message to Baron.
“Mr. Baron, Natalie has been taken to the station. What should we do?”
Baron had just returned with groceries, ready to impress Natalie with a home-cooked meal, when the text
arrived.
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His eyes went cold at once.
“What happened?”
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