The queen's wife is too sultry

"Mr. Gu, Mr. Arthur instructed me to threaten me with all this."

"The Mayo Clinic originally belonged to the Dawson Group. Mr. Arthur threatened me that if I didn't agree to help him kill Wilson, he would fire me and make me unable to stay in New York."

At the moment when the incident was revealed, Sartre's original arrogance and arrogance disappeared. He arched his back, covered his face with his hands in pain, and looked remorseful.

It seemed that he was forced to kill Wilson at gunpoint by Arthur.

Gu Zheng sat opposite him, with his hands folded, calm and composed.

Lu Qing's eyes were always playful, his black eyes casually swept over Sartre's seemingly painful cheeks, and there was a faint smile at the corner of his mouth.

Sartre's acting skills are really bad, and the two already knew it well.

While Sartre was still "bowing his head in repentance", Lu Qing got up, walked to the bar, picked up an expensive crystal cup and looked at it.

The crystal cup is crystal clear, heavy to the touch, shining with luxurious and dazzling luster.

He smiled and said, "Mr. Sutter, you have worked for Mayo Clinic for many years."

"Yes, sir."

"I'm curious, you are so talented, you have published many wonderful articles in academia, and you have a perfect resume, why when people mention Mayo Clinic, they think of Frank instead of you."

Sartre's expression froze, and all the confession and pain turned into a trace of jealousy, which flashed in his eyes.

And this slight flaw naturally did not let go of Gu Zheng's eyes.

"Mr. Sartre, we are here to rescue you today."

Lu Qing put down the crystal cup, leaned against the bar, put his hands in his trouser pockets, his eyes were quite meaningful:
"You may not know that Wilson's body has been recovered by the police, and the medicine remaining in his body has become a clue for the Texas police to track down the murderer."

"Arthur is Mr. Gu's uncle. Of course we know what kind of person he is, but don't worry, he is the one who persecuted you in this matter. As long as you tell the truth about how he persecuted you and the process of killing you, we will do our best. Try to get your sentence commuted as much as possible, after all, you may not know it.”

The corners of Lu Qing's mouth curled up casually, and he said flatly, "According to the laws of Texas, intentional homicide is the most serious and will be punished with death."

Sartre raised his eyes suddenly, and the moment he met Lu Qing's eyes, he felt a biting cold from head to toe.

All his arrogance and arrogance disappeared, only panic occupied his eyes.

Seeing his fear reach its peak, Gu Zheng finally spoke slowly:
"Mr. Sartre, I know that Arthur must have promised you other benefits besides threats."

He paused, and continued: "For example, the shares of Dawson Group, the position of the leader of scientific research experiments at Mayo Clinic, and..."

Surrounding Gu Zheng, apart from expensive world-famous paintings, all kinds of extravagant works of art can be seen everywhere, the value of which even exceeds the price of the apartment itself.

He smiled and said: "There may be a huge amount of hush money, otherwise, no matter how high your salary is, with your ordinary family and background, you can't afford to live in such a house."

Sartre's eyes changed, his heart was beating like thunder, fear, suspicion, vigilance, fright... all kinds of emotions mixed together, making him dare not speak easily.

These two people knew more than he imagined, which made him even start to be more careful about breathing.

Gu Zheng's sharp blue eyes caught the cold sweat on Sartre's forehead, he hooked his lower lip in satisfaction, turned his head, and exchanged glances with Lu Qing.

Lu Qing understood, sat next to Sartre, and comforted him: "Don't worry, the person in charge of the investigation of this case is Sheriff Jonathan, who has a very close relationship with Mr. Gu's mother, Miss Catherine, as long as you believe us , we can minimize your guilt for you.”

Sartre turned his head anxiously, his eyes full of uncertainty, "Is it true?"

Lu Qing pursed his lips, "Of course it's true."

"But...wouldn't doing so harm the interests of Mr. Arthur? Mr. Gu and him are relatives. Why do you want to do this?"

Gu Zheng raised his eyebrows, and said the answer he had already prepared in his heart:
"Mr. Sutter, you have to know that Arthur is now the mayor of Houston, and on the day he held a celebration banquet, Sheriff Jonathan also visited. Do you know what this means?"

Sartre shook his head blankly.

Lu Qing probed and whispered a few words in his ear.

Sartre's face changed suddenly, and he almost fell off the sofa. He looked at Lu Qing in horror:

"But that's not what Arthur told me."

"Then what did he say?"

"He said he was going to pass it off as Frank because it was Frank who injected Mr. Wilson first"

Lu Qing answered immediately: "But you know that injections need to reach a certain amount to cause death, don't you?"

Sarthan rained down, and unconsciously followed his words: "Yes, so I followed Arthur's instructions and used a whole bottle of dosage on the day Wilson held a party on the cruise ship, so that the responsibility can be eliminated. Blame it on Frank, this is what Mr. Arthur told me, why is it different from what you said about making me a scapegoat?"

The corners of Gu Zheng's mouth curled up, he smiled lightly and said nothing.

The prey has jumped into the trap by itself.

"Mr. Gu, I need to contact Mr. Arthur. If he really wants me to go to jail, then obviously he violated the agreement. I—"

In the middle of speaking, Sartre stopped suddenly.

The smiles of Gu Zheng and Lu Qing were so obvious that it was hard for him to ignore them.

His face became extremely ugly, his eyes fixed on the two of them, as if he was going to swallow them alive.

"You lied to me!"

"You don't want to help me at all!" He kicked over the glass coffee table, roaring with scarlet eyes, "You are deliberately trying to trick me!"

"Hey, calm down, sir."

Lu Qing stood up with an innocent look on his face: "Not all of what we say is false, at least you confess Arthur, it's much better than taking all the blame alone."

Sartre stared at the two of them coldly, his gaze was like ice.

"You think I don't know? Originally, with the power of the Dawson family, Arthur will be fine. As long as Frank is responsible for Wilson's life, I will be fine. What are you trying to do!" Sartre snapped. .

Gu Zheng smiled lightly, and then said lightly: "You are right, nothing will happen to Arthur, but you may not."