"It was you at the old house, not me," Tyler snapped, his face darkening like a brewing storm.
His voice dripped with barely contained fury.
"How the hell was I supposed to know whether Camilla noticed anything?"
"But—but," the man on the other end stammered, panic creeping into his voice.
"Before we acted, didn't you and Madam assure us the poison wouldn't be detectable before it took effect?"
That was the only reason they dared to move so boldly.
"Logically, that should've been the case.
Otherwise, we wouldn't have taken the risk of letting you proceed,"
Tyler muttered through gritted teeth, his brows furrowing into deep creases.
His expression was icy, his entire demeanor radiating menace.
"Whatever the situation, you need to keep your cool.
Don't give yourselves away before anything's confirmed.
As for the rest..."
His voice dropped to a near whisper.
"Wait for my instructions."
Without another word, he ended the call.
