Sirah stammered, her eyes darting nervously around the room.
"Ch-Chloe told me that she's working for someone… and that the person paid her to poison your wife's drink"
Luca's gaze sharpened. "And who is this person?"
Sirah's throat bobbed. "It's… e-eerrrr… I don't know, please Master."
A slow, cold smile curved on Luca's lips. "Since when did you become a liar, Sirah?"
The room fell into a heavy silence. The maids standing behind exchanged uneasy glances as Luca's voice deepened. "Tonight, we will watch you both on the CCTV footage."
Their eyes widened. Gasps filled the air. There was footage?
Chloe's trembling lips parted. "I—I will mention the name now," she cried.
But Luca raised a hand, his signal was calm, commanding, and final. "No. It's of no use. The time granted to you both to spill the truth is over."
His tone dropped into a deadly whisper. "Six p.m." He turned away. "You may leave now."
As the door closed behind them, Luca's phone buzzed.
