Shadow Slave novel Chapter 2483

Chapter 2483 Internal Strife

Sunny studied the luxurious interior of Mordret's opulent PTV, feeling a little… no, he was definitely not envious. Not at all!

'Whatever. There's no mobile command center or essence converter here… bah! There's no bed, even. What a peasant.'

Mordret shrugged.

"So, what do you think?"

Sending a handful of honey-glazed almonds into her mouth, Effie chewed them happily and added:

"Oh… I have a request. If it's not too forward, Detective Athena, may I ask for your autograph?"

"That was an entirely different issue. Morgan was just… confused. She was not herself."

Some time later, the PTV arrived at its destination. Mordret smiled apologetically.

"He seems nice. I am entirely sure that he is not… our… Mordret."

Taking the coaster, Mordret flashed them another smile.

He lingered for a moment, then asked in a neutral tone:

"Then? Nothing, I guess? My security arrived first, then the ambulances. I was taken to the hospital, and here we are."

Effie took the pen, lingered for a while, then laughed and signed it. "I can't believe that the CEO of the Valor Group is my fan. How strange… I'll have to tell my husband!"

Effie, who had been enthralled by the snacks in the lavishly stocked bar of the PTV, finally joined the conversation — leaning forward a little, she asked with a smile:

Sunny looked at Effie and raised an eyebrow.

Sunny and Effie asked a few more questions, slowly drawing the picture of the internal politics of the Valor Group.

"Not really."

"Oh, but please don't misunderstand. It could not have been him. The chairman… he's my uncle, you see. I know what is being said about us conglomerate families, but we are not like that at all. He would never do anything to hurt me."

He picked up an exquisite round coaster and offered it to her along with a pen that seemed to be more expensive than everything the two detectives owned put together.

Noticing a sharp glint in their eyes, Mordret laughed and raised his hands.

"Well, Mr. Mordret… you might be sure that your uncle would never conspire against you, but as detectives, we must investigate all possibilities. So, if you don't mind, we would like to interview him — as well as a number of other people in your immediate circle. The staff of your manor, for example."

Sunny raised an eyebrow.

His slightly shy smile was quite charming.

Mordret's expression darkened.

"And then what happened?"

'Not herself…'

"Did you not say that your sister tried to harm you?"

He cleared his throat and opened a notebook.

"If you'll excuse me now, detectives — I have already been absent for too long, so there's a mountain of paperwork awaiting me. I will ask my… my new driver to drive you back."

Mordret nodded.

"I see. Well, in any case, you indicated that someone inside the Valor Group might be behind the attempt on your life. Do you have anyone particular in mind?"

Mordret shook his head.

"Your uncle? Mr. Madoc, I presume?"

Sunny and Effie glanced at each other.

With that, he left.

"The one and only. He is my father's older brother."

"In honor of your famous discus throw that brought Mirage City the golden medal."

The sandbag barricade around the hospital had grown a little taller in their absence. Climbing back into Sunny's car after experiencing the luxury of Mordret's palatial PTV felt like a letdown, but neither of them really cared.

Mordret checked his seat belt, then leaned back and sighed.

The ride back was spent in silence. Since the interview with Chairman Madoc and other employees of the Valor Group was scheduled for tomorrow, Sunny and Effie had to do a lot of research — so, they were buried in their communicators, studying everything there was to study on the network.

Whispering Blade was dead in the real world, but his reflection was still alive and well in Mirage City. Not only that, but just like his real self, he had lost the battle of succession to his younger brother… and then, to his nephew as well.

'That's not helpful at all.'

"Well… there is not much to tell, really. That truck suddenly turned, brushed against the escort vehicle, then crashed into my car and continued pushing until we both went through the railing and fell into the river. By the time I came around, water was already streaming inside, and my driver was unconscious. So, I grabbed him and swam to shore."

Mordret remained silent for a few seconds before saying in a hesitant tone:

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"So, Mr. Mordret, would you tell us what happened?"

"I am also sure that the bastard is lying."