Ten minutes later.
Rosemary spotted Mr. Clarence ambling solo towards the restroom.
Before his hand even grazed the restroom door, Rosemary knocked him out cold and dragged him to the adjacent terrace, swiftly drawing the curtains closed.
The head of security had just seen Rosemary heading in the direction of the restroom, and in the next moment, she had vanished from sight.
His instincts on high alert, he first searched the area, then had one of the maids knock on the restroom door.
The maidās hand hadnāt even touched the door when a soft cough of a woman could be heard from inside.
It was so brief that the head of security couldnāt be sure if it was Rosemary or not. He could only stand aside and keep a stealthy watch.
Behind the curtain, Rosemary transferred all the chat messages from Mr. Clarenceās phone to her own and set up remote monitoring. Then, she slipped the phone back into Mr. Clarenceās pocket, leaped onto the roof, and flicked a pebble at him to wake him up.
Mr. Clarence grunted in pain, groggily coming to, immediately alerting the head of security.
The head of security pulled back the curtain to find Mr. Clarence sitting on the ground and hurried over to help him up.
"Mr. Clarence, what are you doing here?"
Mr. Clarenceās head throbbed painfully. He vaguely remembered heading to the restroom but couldnāt figure out how he had passed out.
Was it possible someone had tampered with something?
With this thought, he frantically checked his pockets. His keys and phone were still thereānothing seemed to be missing.
He breathed a sigh of relief. Maybe he had just run out of steam.
Just then, someone emerged from the restroom.
It was Eunice.
She walked with a seductive grace that caught the head of securityās eye, making him suspect something was amiss.
Eunice made her way to the main hall, right as Rosemary returned from a different route. Rosemary smiled and asked her darling niece,
"Got it?"
"Yep, itās on my phone now."
Not only did Rosemary secure the chat history, but she also set up real-time monitoring of Mr. Clarenceās phone.
From then on, whatever messages Mr. Clarence received or sent, Rosemary would see them too.
Eunice cast an approving glance at her niece. She hadnāt expected one niece to be worth a hundred others.
Rosemaryās efficiency was so high, it was a true relief.
At that moment, Rosemary noticed Calvin, Bess, and Arlen descending the stairs with grim expressions, seeming to have parted on bad terms.
Then, Mr. Clarence received a message, which he relayed to Arlen. The gist was that the deed was done.
Arlenās eyes flickered with shock and delight. He seemed to hardly believe it, but Mr. Clarence nodded affirmatively, as if to say, Rest assured, our people witnessed it.
Reassured, Arlen invited all the guests to the garden for a fireworks display.
Under the grand fireworks, Arlen urged all the guests to raise their glasses and drink to their heartās content.
When the fireworks ended, he cut the cake amidst the crowdās cheers.
"What could possibly make him so jubilant?" Eunice noticed Arlen had been beaming since the beginning, an expression of triumph she had never seen before.
"Somebody messaged Mr. Clarence a while ago, saying the problem had been taken care of," Rosemary explained. "Perhaps this was someone who had been a thorn in Arlenās side."
"It can only be your grandfather or uncle, but thatās impossible," Eunice stated confidently. "They donāt have the means to take care of anyone."
A servant brought over slices of cake to them. Rosemary nibbled symbolically on a few bites, but soon after, she noticed guests collapsing one by one.
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