Chapter 11 Murder Under Broad Daylight
The cafe around the corner was elegantly decorated. A soft yellow glow caressed every table and chair. Being there, one could forget their troubles, enveloped in a tranquil ambiance that seemed detached from society’s hustle and bustle.
"Speak your mind quickly."
Nia Mitchell sat down. Everything between them had changed overnight.
Hendry Hampton’s brow was deeply furrowed, his usual refined demeanor gone.
"Nia Mitchell, you put on quite an act! To think I once believed you were some innocent, pure maiden. I finally see your true colors."
Nia sneered, "Between you and me, who is more despicable? I think you know better than anyone."
Hendry’s fists tightened, veins bulging on his forehead.
"You betrayed me, and you still have the gall to be engaged to me? It’s just as everyone said: you’re obsessed with money to the point of madness. Nia Mitchell, and to think I actually felt guilty! Little did I know you’d already found someone else—Maxwell Peary? Tell me, how did you hook up with him?"
First thing in the morning, police officers had arrived at Hampton Corporation to investigate alleged problems with their products. Simultaneously, multiple business partners had abruptly terminated their collaborations, and several major shareholders had absconded with company funds.