My Wife is a Hacker novel (Nicole)

Chapter 2393

Chapter 2393

"He has work to do," Nicole explained.

Mr. Riddle Sr. did not continue to pursue the matter. Seeing everyone had arrived, he fixed his gaze on Everett and

said, ” Speak up."

Mr. Riddle Sr.'s meaning was clear. With everyone present, he wanted Everett to get to the point.

Everett clenched his fist and let go. He then calmly handed a file to Mr. Riddle Sr. "Grandpa, these are the

investigation results of the two gardeners who were after money and stole the deeds to the Riddle family manor."

"Hmm..." Mr. Riddle Sr. took the file but did not look at it. It was clear that the so-called evidence shown to him was

naturally what they wanted him to see.

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"Grandpa, here are ours." Steve, Preston, and Ell ar, who had been ordered to investigate, obediently handed over

their investigation results.

Similarly, Mr. Riddle Sr. did not read it. He asked, "Everett, you had everyone back for this?"

"There are other things too," Everett replied, understanding that his grandfather had decided not to pursue the

issue of the Riddle family manor’s deed.

"What is it? Go ahead," Mr. Riddle Sr. said faintly.

Everett seemed hesitant as he glanced in the direction of

Dillon's family before speaking with a solemn tone. "While investigating the gardeners, I stumbled upon another

matter. n

"What is it?" Mr. Riddle Sr.'s eyes narrowed. He could tell that what Everett was about to say was not simple.

With that, Everett handed another set of documents to the elder. "Grandpa, take a look at this. It's about the

medicine you used before."

Everett aggravated his tone, reminding Mr. Riddle Sr. meaningfully. Everyone instantly understood that it was the

medicine that almost caused Mr. Riddles Sr.'s death.

The old man's expression turned serious as he read the papers in the document.

"Dad, what's wrong?" Daniel asked, noticing Mr. Riddle Sr.'s unusual expression.

With a snap, Mr. Riddle Sr. threw the paper in his hand in Dillon's face. "You ungrateful brat!"

"What are you talking about, Dad?" Dillon looked dumbfounded as he took the document off his face.

Reading the information, Dillon dropped the papers to the ground in shock. He shook his head aggressively. "No, it

wasn't me! Someone must've framed me."

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"Dillon, the evidence is all there. Your denial now only shows how guilty you are," Everett mocked.

"You're the one handing over the evidence. You must be the one framing me!" Dillon shouted in distress. This was

something Dillon would never admit to doing. This was patricide. He was not that insane!

"Regardless, it's evidence. Whoever had brought this forward doesn't matter. After all, the police rely on evidence

too," Everett justified. The evidence would not be dismissed just because Everett was the informer.

"Why, you!" Dillon was choked with rage. His face turned purple as he said, "I didn't do it anyway! Don’t you dare

blame this on me. Since you claim the police rely on evidence, then we shall go to the police. Let them be the ones

to investigate this thoroughly!"

Dillon was never taking the blame, or else his life would turn miserable from now on. He might lose everything.

"What do you think? Grandpa?" Everett stopped arguing with Dillon and looked at Mr. Riddle Sr., waiting for his

decision.