Chapter 192

Jonathan's voice was detached. "I said then, if you try any tricks and hurt anyone, I won't let you get away with it easily."

Abby shouted, "I didn't do it!" Jonathan replied calmly, "So why did those two horses go wild today?" Abby was taken aback, as if she had just realized something. "What does that have to do with me?" she said.

At that moment, the stable trainer entered, respectfully approaching Whitney. He said, "Ms. Bennett, we just checked the surveillance. Juliette and Shauna went wild because Abby gave them banned substances."

These horses were racehorses and had to train every day. If they were injured, it was convenient having a hospital next to the stables. Various medications were kept on the shelves there. The trainer had shown visitors around before.

Abby's eyes widened in disbelief. "You're framing me! I didn't do it!" But Whitney seemed uninterested, casually waving her hand.

"People like this should be sent directly to the police station. We live in a lawful society where anyone who does wrong must face consequences, and everyone is equal before the law. One must always follow the law and never wish harm on others," Whitney said.

Abby was dragged away, yelling that she had been framed.

Jonathan listened to Whitney's righteous speech and suddenly laughed. He thought, The person who most ignores the law and human life is ironically claiming that everyone is equal before the law.

At that moment, Nina accidentally dropped her fork. She quickly bent down to pick it up. Jonathan glanced at Nina again. She retrieved the fork, but her fingers trembled slightly.

A trace of sternness flickered in Jonathan's eyes. Cynthia remained calm and detached, as if it were none of her business. She knew this situation was definitely not as simple as it appeared.

She mused, Abby's drugging is likely a setup by someone manipulating things from behind the scenes. This might just be a classic case of the thief shouting "thief."

The chaotic scene made the meal even more bizarre. Even Shane was nervous. He thought, Out of eight guests, incidents have already happened to two. How can we continue filming like this?

Throughout the meal, everyone was lost in their own thoughts. After lunch, it was break time. Everyone returned to their rooms to rest. Before heading back, Cynthia stopped at the restroom.

As she exited the restroom, two bodyguards blocked her way. "Ms. Jones, Ms. Bennett has invited you to a show." Cynthia looked around; no one else was present.

Cynthia tried to resist. "Can't I refuse?" The bodyguard, with a cold face, replied, "If you can slip away from the two of us, then you're free not to go."

Whitney's bodyguards were clearly top-notch professionals. From how they had previously subdued wild racehorses with ease, Cynthia knew she couldn't take on even one, let alone two.

Cynthia was perceptive. She calmly said, "I'll walk myself out." Cynthia followed the two out of the mansion. A black sedan was already parked outside.

After Cynthia got into the car, they left the estate. About half an hour later, they arrived at a place with unusual architecture, resembling a birdcage.

Cynthia recognized this place from a map: the Grand Theater on the island. After getting out of the car, Cynthia followed the bodyguards inside.

Chapter 192 (Continued)

The theater was large. Inside, the decor was old-fashioned, like a grand royal palace.

In the center of the theater was a huge stage, currently covered by a red curtain. Sitting in the center of the audience (The text cuts off here).

At that moment, Cynthia couldn't find the logic. She was concerned about a hidden trick in the wording, so she cautiously replied, "I don't know."

Whitney gave a bitter smile. When she looked up again, she was her usual self. Cynthia didn't want to talk about opera with her anymore; the atmosphere felt suffocating.

She asked, "Ms. Bennett, did you ask me here just to watch a play with you?" "Of course not," Whitney replied, picking up her bag.

She opened it, revealing an exquisite handgun—a Swiss-made P210 pistol crafted in gold.

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