For a rather long period, Victoria riveted her cold sight on her, with which was all menace and warning saturated.
Thereafter, her eyes were switched to the others, while her stern voice was pervaded by indubitable authority.
“The case of Phoebe Jenkins, has yet remained unthoroughly investigated, in which Denzel might be the intruder, and on the very contrary, Phoebe was framed.”
“I will conduct a full enquiry on this case. All the rights and wrongs, no matter how darkly veiled, will be restored to the crystal clear. An account for you all, but also to check out the innocence of Phoebe.”
Before this comes to an end, anyone who will dare to be a public gossiper, or private bully on her never gets away with that.”
The flock shared an amazing eye on Victoria who, out of the blue, made such a decision by the existence of ironclad evidences they had witnessed.
It was beyond credibility that she reckoned Phoebe bulldozed and victimized.
A measurable amount of Astonishment and aggrievement infiltrated their mind, none of them, however, dared to disobey.
The mistress, ordinarily gentle and demure, yet on the circumstance of emergency-handling, wielded thundering power parallel to her spouse.
And for this, it was one of the aspects on which no one in the Fraser’s family would bear any defiance to her.
All of them bowed their heads, their voice converged: “As you wish.”
There erected Braylee stunned and in dreadfully pale, the whole of her nerve was undergoing an unexpected shatter.
It might never come to her that safeguard from Victoria would have been being provided at this juncture.
Her so-called investigation, de facto, was to manifest trust in Phoebe, so that in the wake of silencing all the irrelevant personnel, a personally conducted enquiry would run smoothly.
What she had done would probably have come out in the wash in due course, had she really checked it out thoroughly.
By then, there would not have been merely a correct reexamination of her guilt, instead she and Juliette would be brought to justice.
So much frightfulness occupied her that she could hardly support herself with her trembling legs firmly on the ground.
Victoria shed a glacial glance over her and urged:
“You savvy what I said, Braylee?”
An inquiry directed individually on her was, without exception, a special admonishment.
It was enacted as an indication that Braylee herself, would be bound to be the first suspect to Victoria’s intelligence, in the case of any leak of information.
She would be the first prey, as well.
Barely could there possibly be any whims in her mind. In a hurried nod, she said, “I won’t give out a word on it.”
“I… I actually don’t think she was fairly treated, for she can never be such a scumbag.”
“Oh, do you?
Victoria sneered knowingly, hereupon turned around with superiority and headed outside.
That gorgeously domineering back figure, captured the respectful eyes of all present, accompanying until her disappearance.
It was not until she had gone far away, leaving without a visible back, did the tenseness in the air slightly lessen.
The exchange of their looks was only to be found with dismay and shock at all.
Sensibly did they utter nothing about the incident befallen, and follow outside in a tacit silence.
What happened today would just be ignored.
Braylee, being left behind by the flock, clenched her slightly shivering fingers, her face pale and bloodless.
For thousands of times of contemplation, she had however, missed an unreasonable detail about Victoria’s appearance and her gruffness on opposition.
Did it mean that Phoebe was indeed trustworthy to her?
Provided that the investigation was initiated, then it would be over, all over, pear-shaped over.
Nope.
She couldn’t just await her doom…
And she was going to marry Stanford!
She had to ponder on it, contemplate and rush to work out a remedy.
“Ms. Johnson… Save me… Lend me a hand…”
A frailly low voice came from the inner room.
Abruptly did She come to herself, with a backward look at the disarray of it, in the midst of which lay Denzel moribundly.
The sight of him reignited her with simmering wrathful flame.
Why was a flawless plan found out with a flaw?
But at least it could not yet be called a failure.
For it should be credibly imprinted on his mind, that a treacherously repulsive woman as Phoebe would not be accorded maintenance of her position, in the face of obstruction from Victoria.
Phoebe, having run out of the building at this moment, was being in a complete loss of the visual of Stanford’s figure, let alone his possible trace left.
There was a myriad of inquiries about his whereabouts, before she learned that Stanford returned to his little building.
She followed in a hasty catch-up.
The banquet site was, none the less a long way from his residence. Phoebe came out in a hurry before she could wear her shoes. On the road embedded with rubbles did she step barefoot, which, only after a short while, rendered the soles of her feet prickly.
She inwardly suppressed the pain, gritting her teeth, and ran on without delay.
When her feet were about to be disabled, she finally reached the terminal and ran in without a pause.
During this period of time, she had formally established herself as a party of the romantic relationship, which thus granted her admission into this building.
But for this time, she was precluded in the hall from making any entry.
It was Collin again.
Hurriedly did she speak, “Collin, get out of the way. I have something very important to tell Mr. Fraser.”
The man, however, bended his eyebrows playfully, “It was just Mr. Fraser that told me to stop you. He expressed his unwillingness to meet you.”
“Gee, my curiosity is sparked. What in hell have you done to get him pissed off, so much so that his facial paralysis has recovered?”
“Why don’t you tell me first so that I can be of assistance as your reference?”
His playfulness rendered Phoebe even more apprehensive and anxious.
From his words, she almost acknowledged in despair that Stanford was really taking grave offence too much to see her.
He really got a misapprehension that she had an affair with Denzel .
Phoebe said in urgency:
“Mr. Fraser misunderstood me. It’s all but a mistake. Please, yield to me and let me go upstairs to prove myself.”
“No.”
Though laughing, the attitude was very firmly anchored, while his tall body stood blocking her as an insurmountable wall.
“I can’t run counter to his order. If I let you in, the disaster will fall on me. ”
“And if you don’t, the disaster will fall on Mr. Fraser!”
Bellowed Phoebe angrily.
Instead, he made a mild retort, “It won’t. He is such a sort of man that will be guzzling around a hundred kilo of liquor, once at most before suicide. He is not a wrist-cutter.”
Phoebe: “…”
She desperately wanted to give him a bloody stab.
Apparently, he had the most transparent knowledge of the case, yet was stubbornly abiding by the order.
She repeatedly took deep breaths and said with the reins of reason taken up:
“How on earth will you let me in?”
Collin gave it a thought and made his speech in dead earnest, “When Mr. Fraser would like see you.”
Was it a time when she would not be resting in peace? Moreover, God knows, how disastrously he would go overboard with all the paranoia in his mind?
She had to explain to him expressly on a face-to-face occasion, before she could save her chance of salvaging all of this.
Furthermore, it was terrible distress for her to recollect his gloomy and furious look of suffering before.
Suppose the amour of Stanford, was uncovered by her, who knew very little about the truth, and got entangled in mistaking him, her heart would also be painfully shredded.
She did care for not letting Mr. Fraser down.