Fortunate to Have You This Lifetime

Flynn Howard couldn’t admit it was himself, that would just seem too presumptuous.

Nor could he pin it on someone else, as nobody wanted to walk into the line of fire at this moment.

As for the deceased Elder Master Howard, it was even more impossible. The elder master was old, feebleminded, and senile, merely a figurehead—how could he possibly shake Roy Howard?!

“Everything you ate and drank today was prepared solely by my estate. If I wanted to do something, it would have been quite easy,” Alexander Summers’ gaze swept lightly over the crowd, holding a deep, hidden deterrence.

His tone was indifferent, revealing a casual cruelty as he said, “I could have easily tampered with the food, letting the old master die as if from a sudden illness, silently and quietly. Why bother making it so bloody and messy, such an unsightly scene…”

If Alexander were to make a move, he indeed would have more cunning methods. The way it happened now seemed more like someone was deliberately challenging him.

“Who exactly is the killer…”

People eyed each other, as if trying to find clues in each other’s expressions.

An older uncle said, “The elder master devoted his life to fighting for the Howard Family, and now in his twilight years, he met his end at the hands of his junior. Such a person is not only ungrateful but utterly heartless! Once found, no matter who it is, they must be severely punished!”

While the younger generation felt uneasy, they were more curious and puzzled, but these older uncles were saddened by the calamity befalling one of their own, chilled to the bone.

It was clear the perpetrator was targeting Roy Howard, but why take the elder master’s life? If this time it was the elder master, what about next time?! Might the uncles be the next in line?

Alexander Summers spoke up, “The killer thinks they’re clever, but they overlooked one thing. The elder master spilled the water in his cup when he was taking his medicine. The servant cleaned up the broken glass, but the carpet in front of the elder master wasn’t cleaned up in time, and… many drops of honey water were spilled on it.”

The crowd was in an uproar.

“The killer used a small knife and had to strike up close. If they stepped on the carpet soaked with honey water, they would leave a trace!” someone realized.

“No wonder so much paper was prepared; is it to compare our shoeprints?”

“… But so much time has passed, even if honey water got on the shoes, it might have dried off by now. Can we still find out anything?”

“I don’t know… We can only try now.”

Amidst the discussions, Alexander Summers glanced at Zack Wallace.

Zack Wallace understood and summoned a maid, and at the same time, he rang a glass again to attract the attention of everyone in the hall.

“Ladies and gentlemen, this maid was the one who just cleaned up the broken glass and happened to step on the carpet.”

Zack Wallace had the maid walk a few steps on the dance floor, which was covered with paper, and she did as told.

Today, due to the banquet, the mansion was cleaned inside and out, shining bright and tidy. Even though the maid bustled back and forth during the event, there was hardly any dirt on her shoes.

As she walked on the white paper, she left only very faint shoeprints.

Zack Wallace had someone release a bottle of ants.

A dense swarm of ants poured out of the glass jar. They scrambled wildly at first, but after a short while, they crowded onto several spots where the maid had walked!

“Ants have a sweet tooth and highly sensitive olfactory senses. Even if only a tiny bit of honey water is stuck to the shoe sole, they can detect it.”

Zack Wallace looked at the people in the banquet hall with a smile, “The killer, who took the life of the elder master, would not have less honey water on their shoes than the maid. Now, I ask everyone to come to the dance floor in turn and take a few steps. It won’t be long before we find out who the killer is.”

Someone raised an objection: “But during this time, we haven’t been standing still. If we stepped where the killer walked, we might also get honey water on us!”