Chapter 342: No Turning Back

Of course, Maddox had no objections. He knew Johnathan didn’t trust him right now. But Mateo couldn’t help speaking up. “Maddox didn’t want this either. You—”

Before he could finish, Johnathan slammed his fist into the wall.

“I said bring them in!” he growled, every word ice-cold. It was as if he couldn’t feel the pain. His hand was covered in blood.

Quinn let out a small, startled gasp. She looked like she wanted to say something, but Johnathan shot her a cold glare, and she didn’t dare utter a word.

“Calm down, Johnathan!”

Stone and Draven watched him nervously, afraid he might suddenly lash out at Maddox.

Johnathan didn’t say a word. He turned and pushed the door open, walking back inside.

Draven sighed and turned to Maddox. “You know how he is. Don’t let it get to you.”

“How could I?”

Maddox shook his head. “This really was my mistake.” Whether it was the guests or the staff—they were all his responsibility. For something like this to happen, he couldn’t shirk the blame. He almost wished Johnathan had hit him. If taking a beating could fix this, he would’ve welcomed it.

Maddox had already guessed that Johnathan would want to interrogate the three himself, so he’d made arrangements. Less than half an hour later, they were brought to the hospital. This time, Stone was the one who went in to call Johnathan.

“They’re here. You want to go see them?”

Johnathan didn’t move. He just sat there, still keeping watch over Sierra.

Stone frowned. “You want to do this in the hospital room?”

“I don’t think Sierra would want that.”

Finally, Johnathan reacted. He turned to look at Stone, a rare flicker of confusion in his eyes.

“I’m afraid that if I leave, something will happen to her again.”

Stone had been Johnathan’s brother-in-arms for years, but he’d never seen him like this. His heart sank.

“If you trust me, I’ll stay here with her.”

“Unless I die, no one will lay a finger on Sierra.”

Draven, standing just outside, added, “Count me in. I may not know as much about these drugs as you and Sierra, but I know more than most. If anyone tries to tamper with her meds, they won’t get away with it.”

Back in the room, Stone and Draven exchanged a glance. Draven muttered, “Someone might not leave that room alive tonight.”

Stone pressed his lips together. “What I want to know is—who was it?”

Draven’s expression turned grim. “Please don’t let it have anything to do with the Wynn family.” Especially not Jose or Chase. If it did…this could blow up beyond control.

Stone’s face was serious. He hadn’t told Draven, but he had another fear weighing on him. Maddox had investigated all the guests—but he hadn’t looked into the Treno family. If this traced back to them…

Stone didn’t even want to finish that thought.

By then, Johnathan had already come face-to-face with the three suspects. Maddox had arranged for a large, soundproof vehicle, making sure no one outside could hear a thing. Instead of questioning them separately, Johnathan had them all brought in together.

“You get one chance. Tell the truth, and you might live.”

The three looked terrified. Finally, the one who had taken Sierra’s glass spoke up. “Someone paid me to throw away her glass. That’s all I know. I swear.”

Once he spoke, the other two couldn’t hold it in either—they all started talking.

Maddox, listening from the side, felt a chill run down his spine. This wasn’t the work of just one person. All three had been involved—each step feeding into the next.

It started with the procurement guy. He’d taken money to swap out the usual suppliers—not knowing that the new batch of cake and fruit was laced with drugs. The payment had seemed like a harmless bribe. The quality looked decent, so he agreed.

The second server—just like the one who tossed the glass—had also been paid. His job was to swap the drugged items back out afterward, then dispose of the evidence. That was why Maddox had such a hard time figuring out what had been tampered with. The original tainted batch had been destroyed before it could be tested.

One of them swore that only Sierra’s food had been drugged. If the others had eaten it too, the whole situation would’ve spiraled out of control.

Now the truth was out. But one thing none of them could say—who was behind it all?