Quennel, who had remained silent on the sofa, had ignored Lionel when he first spoke to him.
But now that even an elder was starting to doubt him after hearing Lionel’s words, he could no longer stay quiet.
“Mr. Edward Rosenberg, as my mother just said, yesterday’s meeting was primarily about Lionel. It had nothing to do with me. Leaking this information would only bring me harm, not benefits. Why would I do such a thing?”
Even in such a high-pressure, tense atmosphere, Quennel spoke with a calm and composed demeanor, seemingly unaffected.
His composed manner only made the three elders trust him more.
After all, they had watched Quennel grow up, and they knew his character better than anyone.
Under normal circumstances, they would have believed Quennel without question.
But this was different. With only three suspects, Quennel and Mrs. Mary Rosenberg were now both under suspicion as well.
“Lionel, if you’re saying I did it, then please present evidence to prove it. If you have no evidence, then please don’t make such baseless accusations.”
Quennel slowly lifted his eyelids, looking at Lionel with a hint of amusement.
On his way here, he had already contacted the people he’d used.
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