Chapter 443: She’s Not Someone You Can Touch

“Ms. Thornton, what can I do for you?”

After the call connected, Septimus spoke and chuckled, stepping away from the gambling table. The surrounding people turned their gazes on him in unison, exchanging puzzled looks. After all, Septimus never let anything interrupt his gambling sessions. Yet, this time, he left solely because of a single phone call. This naturally sparked everyone’s curiosity. Who on earth was he speaking to?

“How do you know I need something from you? We’re old friends; can’t I just call to check up on you?” Madelyn’s voice was casual.

Upon hearing this, Septimus burst into hearty laughter. “Ms. Thornton, I’ve grown accustomed to your style. You never show up without a reason. What brings you to me this time? Just tell me.”

Madelyn chuckled. “It seems you’re really good at reading people, Mr. Septimus, so I guess I won’t beat around the bush.” She made her intentions clear. “Actually, I want you to help me investigate an illicit drug.”

“Another illicit drug?” Septimus asked, surprised. “Ms. Thornton, you claim you’re not a drug dealer, so why do you keep looking for illicit drugs?”

Madelyn snorted coldly. “Why do you care? All I need is your help.”

Septimus chuckled and nodded. “Alright, alright. Whatever you say. Your wish is my command.”

“I’m glad you know your place,” Madelyn replied teasingly. She then spoke candidly. “I will send you the exact composition of the drug shortly. Use your influence in the black market to find out if anyone named Janessa purchased it. That’s all.”

“That’s all?”

“Yes, it’s as simple as that.”

After a brief exchange, their conversation ended. Madelyn instructed, “Remember, inform me immediately if you find anything on Janessa.”

“Got it.” Septimus nodded.

Madelyn abruptly ended the call. Septimus immediately began the investigation. Several hours later, he called back to report the results.

“So, did you find anything?” Madelyn asked.

Septimus nodded. “We found that a woman named Janessa purchased the illicit drug from one of our black-market dealers.”

“Just as expected!” Madelyn narrowed her eyes. “When was it sold to Janessa?” The timing of Rupert’s incident had to be consistent with Janessa’s purchase; only then could it serve as evidence.

Septimus said, “The dealer mentioned it was bought about half a month ago.”

“Are you sure?”

“I am. The drug is extremely rare, so the dealer must have kept a record.”

“That’s good then.”

Madelyn nodded and instructed, “Septimus, keep an eye on the black-market dealer. I might need him to testify.”

Septimus readily agreed. “No problem.”

Madelyn immediately relayed the information to Cheryl.

After hearing the news, Cheryl expressed her outrage. “That despicable Janessa, she’s heartless enough to harm her own father! Madelyn, I’m going to call the police and have her arrested.”

“Uh huh,” Madelyn nodded.

Cheryl hesitated. “Janessa’s aunt is powerful. What if I get her arrested, but her aunt bails her out again?”

Madelyn furrowed her brows. Rachel’s identity remained a mystery; Madelyn still didn’t know her profession. Yet, she secured Janessa’s release—a feat no ordinary individual could accomplish. If they didn’t deal with Janessa’s aunt, Janessa would cause more trouble, especially with such a powerful backer.

Madelyn’s expression grew somber. She said to Cheryl, “Call the police first. I’ll handle Janessa’s aunt.”

Following their phone call, Cheryl alerted the authorities.

That night, at Elite Club, the dance floor pulsed with music, disco lights flashing over the ecstatic faces of the crowd. Janessa sat at the bar, downing drink after drink. Her recent business failures had dampened her spirits, so she drowned her sorrows in liquor.

An unfamiliar man approached. “Hey, beautiful, how about we share a drink?”

Janessa immediately splashed a glass of wine on him.

“You’ve got some nerve, b*tch, daring to throw your drink at me! You’re asking for trouble!” The man was infuriated, rolling up his sleeves.

Janessa, in a foul mood, picked up another glass and splashed it on his face.

“So what if I did? Stay away from me!”

The man was taken aback by her brazenness. After a moment of stunned silence, he was outraged. “You b*tch, I merely invited you for a drink, and you disrespected me. Don’t blame me for being harsh now!” He raised his arm to slap her.

Janessa, terrified, shut her eyes. However, the expected pain didn’t come. Puzzled, she opened her eyes to see Javier, a handsome man, firmly grasping the attacker’s arm. “If you know what’s good for you, stay away! My mistress is not someone you can lay a finger on.”

Javier struck the man’s wrist.

“Ah, it hurts! I’m sorry, bro. I was wrong! I’ll leave!” the man cried, pleading.

Javier let go, then kicked him. “Scram!”

The terrified man fled. Janessa, realizing she’d been rescued by her subordinate, Javier, heaved a sigh of relief.