She wondered if Bryson had returned midway.
Whoosh!
The sound prompted everyone in the living room to raise their guns, aiming at the second floor.
As the footsteps drew nearer, Hannah and Maloney exchanged a worried look, their eyes trained on the staircase.
Joselyn believed she had something on Hannah, a triumphant smile spreading on her face. “Hannah Moore, you denied having another man. You were—”
Before she could finish, a voice interrupted her.
“It’s early in the morning. Why so loud?”
Winston, looking disheveled and half-asleep, descended the stairs.
His typically stern face appeared even grimmer.
Seeing him, Faustina was caught off guard, a pang of jealousy burning in her chest. She gritted out a question. “And why are you here too?”
Winston glanced at her indifferently, adjusting his jacket with a nonchalant air before striding over to Hannah. “Morning, Ma’am.”
Hannah, who had been lost in thought, snapped back to reality and gave a nod to Winston in response.
With a stern expression, Winston declared, “Something went down with Mr. Pierce last night. Miss Moore was apprehensive about more unexpected incidents, so she summoned me. Any issues?”
“Impossible!” Faustina frowned. “We were informed an unknown man had entered her house. How can it be you?”
“Then send that eagle-eyed informant to get their eyes checked. The Crompton family has no tolerance for visually impaired employees.”
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Having served Hannah for a considerable time, Winston adopted more of her mannerisms and characteristics.
“Your failure to apprehend the man only reveals your incompetence. How dare you trouble Miss Moore! I’ll be reporting this to the boss.”
Winston glanced at them coldly. “Last night’s incident will also be reported to the boss. Mr. Pierce was drugged at the banquet. I will review the surveillance footage to find out the culprit behind it.”
Joselyn’s eyes widened in response to his words, a shiver running down her spine.
A subtle shift in her expression followed as she turned to Faustina for help.
Ultimately, it was Faustina who provided her with the drug the previous night. If the surveillance footage is reviewed, Faustina would undoubtedly be implicated as well.
After a brief exchange of glances, Faustina fixed a stern gaze on Winston. “Since you were here last night, we’ll forgo searching the house. We must inform the boss. Miss Compton, let’s go.”
They initially entered with arrogance. However, the group abruptly reversed, departing with visible dejection.
Winston heaved a sigh of relief after closing the door behind them.