The premise is that it’s safe and harmless.

As the maid passed by me, I glanced at the drink in the teacup, instinctively reached out to snatch the cup, brought it to my lips, and took a light sip. An indescribable, fragrant aroma filled my mouth. It was far more delicious than any instant tea bag I’d ever had.

What a pity that ordinary people can’t enjoy such a treat.

The maid whose teacup I’d snatched instantly became terrified, darting her gaze helplessly between me and Emily Bennett. However, Emily Bennett only frowned slightly, saying nothing.

“I’ve touched this cup, so Second Miss definitely can’t drink it now. Lucky you.”

I reached out and pinched the maid’s chin, forcing her to open her mouth, and poured the remaining black tea from the cup straight in.

Her face instantly turned deathly pale.

Emily Bennett sprang up: “Mr. Wang, you—”

“Relax, it won’t kill her.”

I let go of the maid, and she collapsed to the floor with a thud, breaking out in a cold sweat in an instant.

“Don’t overreact. The homemade poison from the kitchen isn’t lethal. With me here, how could deadly poison so easily get into the Wen family’s house? It’s just food poisoning. A couple of pills at the hospital and she’ll be fine.”

Emily Bennett seemed not to hear, her gaze burning as she stared at the maid on the floor.

The maid trembled as she lifted her head, but didn’t dare meet Second Miss’s eyes.

“Lillian Foster, give me a reason.”

“I’m sorry, Second Miss, but they threatened my family, I—I had no choice…”

No choice? You could have killed yourself for honor, turned in your own kin for justice, or told me the truth and asked for help from a master like me!

Not that I’d have had time to help.

Emily Bennett sighed and said, “Mr. Wang, don’t push her anymore. Nothing really happened anyway…”

…Then why don’t you eat the pastries? Something will happen after you do.

Such misplaced compassion!

Emily Bennett is still young, not fit to make decisions. I poked my head out the door and happened to see a bodyguard in black passing by at the far end of the corridor, so I quickly called out.

“Hey, you over there—go get the eldest Miss for me, quick!”

A few minutes later, Grace Bennett hurried over, her face full of anxiety, not even having had time to take off the headset from her video conference.

“What happened!?”

I sneered, “Second Miss said nothing happened.”

Grace Bennett is nothing like Second Miss Emily Bennett—she shot me a fierce glare, then quickly scanned the room: the teacup tossed on the floor, black tea splattered everywhere, the maid pale as a ghost… She immediately pieced together most of what had happened.

“Xiaoyin, what do you say?”

Emily Bennett shook her head. “Sister, Lillian Foster was forced into it.”

Grace Bennett was unmoved. “Being forced is no excuse. If you do something like this, you must bear the consequences.”

Well said. If you let this slide, it’s bound to happen again.

Emily Bennett still couldn’t harden her heart, hesitating: “Spare her this once. She won’t do it again.”

Really? If it were me, I’d stop at nothing to do it again—best to wipe out the whole Wen family, or else with a criminal record, you’ll never turn your life around. If you don’t pull weeds out by the roots, they’ll grow back in the spring breeze.

The eldest Miss shot me a glare. “No one asked for your opinion.”

Fine, I’ll call the police and let the people’s government decide the criminal’s fate.

Grace Bennett sighed, then solemnly said to me,

“You may leave now.”

What a backstabbing woman!

As soon as I left the study, the door slammed shut behind me.

I looked back and shouted into the room, “The paint on the door got chipped!”

“Get lost!”

Tsk, such a nasty attitude.

……

Lillian Foster is Second Miss Wen’s personal maid, with a spacious and bright bedroom all to herself. When I pushed the door open, I saw the computer on her desk was still on, and couldn’t help but smile.

No need for me to search—the clues just jumped out on their own.

Lillian Foster must have poisoned Emily Bennett with kitchen poison on a whim. Otherwise, if she’d harbored ill will toward my employer for a long time, there’s no way she could have escaped my notice. Yet I only sensed something was wrong when it happened. Lillian Foster was ordered to poison recently, and there was a good chance her communications with the mastermind were still on the computer.

Sure enough, I found the messages in the recycle bin.

Encountering a computer idiot like this really makes me happy.

But the person in contact with Lillian Foster was much more cunning—there was hardly any trace left in their brief exchanges. However, the photos attached to the threatening letter were quite interesting.

One photo showed a middle-aged couple tied together, blindfolded and locked in a dark room, with no clues visible in the background. The other photos showed a young woman, completely naked, pinned against a concrete wall, surrounded by several masked thugs eyeing her menacingly.

Lillian Foster’s younger sister?

As I pondered this, I casually uploaded the nude photos of the girl to my personal cloud drive.

If I weren’t tied up with bodyguard duties, I’d really want to rescue that pretty girl. But for now, I can only sigh at beauty’s misfortune. Hopefully, she’s lucky enough—and tough enough—to survive.

I traced the messages back, hopping through layers of the internet, and soon found the mastermind’s location.