Chapter 297
Andrew shook his head, “I’m not sure. Although these photos alone might anger Atlas, given his calculated nature, he’ll likely choose to stay calm.”
“Prue,” Natasha agreed. “Atlas is too shrewd. When he sees these photos, his first instinct will be to control hits anger toward Finley. We need to push further, make Atlas so furious he’ll turn against Finley completely.“.
Dylan shrugged. “Going further means catching them in the act. But where are we going to get that kind of evidence?”
“Where are Finley and Yvonne now?” Andrew asked.
“They went to the lounge after the gala, but we don’t have cameras there,” Dylan replied.
Natasha sighed, “We obviously can’t install surveillance in the lounges–that would offend too many important people.”
Just then, Antonio came in with news, “Madam, Mr. Garner, Mr. Lloyd–Yvonne has already left the estate.”
“So this operation wasn’tperfect,” Natasha said, rubbing her temples. “Without concrete evidence between Yvonne and Finley, we don’t have enough leverage to drive a wedge between, Finley and Atlas.”
“Finley’s got some self–control,” Dylan remarked. “I thought he’d take Yvonne to a hotel. right after the gala, but he let her leave alone.”
Antonio spoke with obvious disdain, “Since this was Mr. Lloyd’s plan, perhaps he has some other brilliant ideas?”
“You don’t think my plan was good enough?” Andrew asked, eyeing him.
“Not just inadequate. It was completely useless,” Antonio scoffed. “If Finley and Atlas were this easy to take down, West End wouldn’t be walking on eggshells around them.”
“Antonio, leave us,” Natasha ordered with a frown.
Before leaving, Antonio sneered at Andrew. “If Mr. Lloyd wants to show off in front of Madam Vostokoff, he should bring something substantial. These amateur tricks just show your inexperience.”
“Natasha, your subordinate seems to have a death wish,” Dylan said grimly. “Who does this old fool think he is to disrespect Mr. Lloyd?”
“Mr. Lloyd, I apologize for my subordinate’s behavior,” Natasha said sincerely.
Let’s check Finley’s lounge,” Andrew suggested, waving off the apology.
Natasha hesitated for a moment. “They’re already gone. What’s the point of looking now?”
Before long, the three of them arrived at one of the villa’s guest lounges. Andrew pushed the door open, revealing a staff member inside, tidying up the room.
Dylan glanced around and commented, “This is the room where Finley and Yvonne were staying earlier. If we had set up a camera here beforehand, we might’ve captured something… spicy.”
Andrew shook his head. “That’s unrealistic. In a space this small, with Finley’s level of awareness, he would’ve noticed any surveillance equipment immediately.”
Natasha stepped forward and stated, “Mr. Garner Mr. Lloyd, there’s really nothing left to see here. We should go. Even if those photos don’t damage Finley and Atlas‘ alliance, sending them to Atlas would’still annoy him enough to be worth it.”
Suddenly, Andrew said, “Wait.”
Both Dylan and Natasha gave him puzzled looks as he walked toward the staff member.
“Is something wrong, sir?” the staff member asked politely.
Andrew did not respond to her but instead focused on the tray she was holding. On it were two wine glasses, each containing remnants of a deep red liquid.
Natasha chuckled lightly. “Mr. Lloyd, if you’re interested in wine, there’s a cellar here with hundreds of premium selections. You can taste them to your heart’s content.”
Andrew remained silent. Then, he picked up the two glasses and held them up to his nose. He sniffed them carefully, his expression growing serious as he exclaimed, “Cantharides!”
Natasha’s smile froze. “Cantharides? Isn’t that a potent aphrodisiac?”
Dylan’s face turned pale. “Mr. Lloyd, are you saying… this wine had cantharides in it?”
