Chapter 1350: Chapter 1350

Chapter 1350

She instantly whipped out her phone, scouring the internet for any info on Acidbane. But her search came up empty, no trace of it anywhere.

Then, it hit Cornelia that Brennen was arrested for making fake drugs, and the evidence Dylan gathered seemed to point the finger at him. Could the drugs Brennen made be Acidbane?

With that thought, she immediately dialed Abigail’s number, hoping to get to Dylan through her and ask some questions.

But all she got was the robotic voice from the other end, “The number you dialed is switched off. Please try again later.” It dawned on her that Abigail should be on a flight from the Capital to Riverton at this time.

She didn’t have Dylan’s contact. So, she dug up Granny Luisa’s number.

Without a second thought, she dialed it. But to her surprise, Granny Luisa’s line was busy. Clearly, she wasn’t really on a call, but Granny Luisa had blacklisted her.

Every possible lead to the truth was tightly sealed; she was left in the dark.

Finally, Cornelia thought of her neighbor, Goldie. She hastily reached for her phone intending to text Goldie only to find that she had deleted

Goldie’s contact.

So, Comelia went downstairs, dodging the prying eyes of her butler and others, slipped out through the side door, and trudged through thick snow towards Goldie’s place.

The snow was so deep that it left a noticeable imprint with every step she took. She dragged her heavy body along.

Despite the arduous journey, she was determined. Before she even reached the neighbor’s villa, the door swung open from the inside and Goldie dashed out, “Nelly, slow down, wouldn’t want you to take a tumble, would we?”

Cornelia sidestepped Goldie’s outstretched hand, stepped into the yard, and continued on.

Goldie followed closely, trying to steady her, “Nelly, it’s slippery. Take it easy.”

As she walked, Cornelia said, “Goldie, could you ask the person behind you to step out?”

Goldie acted clueless, “Nelly, what on earth are you talking about, I can’t make head or tail of it.”

“If you won’t call him, I’ll go in and find him myself.” Cornelia knew it would come to this. Goldie was just a pawn, and she couldn’t call the shots.

She quickly walked into the living room, stood in the middle, and took a quick survey. The living room was huge, spotless, but from the time she entered the yard, she hadn’t seen a single servant. This was in stark contrast to the many servants she had seen on her previous visits.

Both Marcus and Granny Luisa preferred a quiet home, with very few servants around, only familiar ones.

Cornelia felt more convinced of her suspicion, and called out to the upstairs, “Granny Luisa, I know it’s you, come out, I’ve got a ton of questions for you.”

Goldie was anxious, “Nelly, who is Granny Luisa? If you have something to say, sit down, let’s talk it out, okay?”

Cornelia got no response, and felt a little dejected, she asked, “Is Granny Luisa really not here?”

Goldie assured her, “I swear, Granny Luisa isn’t here.”

So it wasn’t Granny Luisa. Could it be Marcus? Was he still alive?

Cornelia didn’t dare to ponder, she just wanted to find the person behind Goldie as soon as possible. She told Goldie, “Tell the person behind you to come out and see me. This is their only chance, if they don’t take it, they’ll never get another one.”

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