CHAPTER 184: CHAPTER 184: TAKING THE BLAME

Considering that Mr. Foster is quite advanced in age and his health is not the best, experiencing too much shock and upheaval might be unbearable for him, so William Foster decided to minimize unnecessary troubles for him as much as possible.

Hearing these words, even through the microphone, one could feel a trace of warmth, making people unable to help but praise: At least there’s some human touch here!

However, things didn’t just end there, and the next words made one’s heart tighten.

"Don’t forget to take photos of the scene and send them to me," William Foster added.

"Understood!"

Daniel Wright gave a firm answer before hanging up the phone.

After putting down the phone, he gently extinguished the cigarette butt in his hand, his mind constantly guessing what had happened just now to make the other person so cautious that even his own uncle couldn’t know?

Although Daniel Wright still vividly remembered what happened at the last tea ceremony, knowing that it was an experience that taught everyone a lively lesson.

But the current situation seemed particularly special and complicated, making him fall into deep thought.

As long as they are members of the Foster family, either they are smart or ruthless, the elders following Sir Foster for so many years, each is a deeply scheming old fox.

If it weren’t for Sir Foster’s authority and the close relationship between the Young Madam and Sir Foster, she wouldn’t be able to cause any waves here.

Daniel Wright had also seen Clara Bennett dealing with Daisy Stone. She used a woman’s way, and although the method was vicious, it ultimately belonged to a kind of psychological warfare, and from an observer’s point of view, it seemed more like a spectacular performance, full of dramatic reversals and surprises.

However, being young, when Daniel Wright arrived outside the luxury villa where Mr. Foster lived, he realized the situation was far more serious than imagined.

The main gate had been forcibly broken, clearly subjected to violent impact, and even the two supposedly skilled, top-industry private bodyguards were currently lying unconscious at the entrance, seemingly subdued by some clever method.

As he approached the direction of the bedroom, the scenes in front of him could only be described as "horrifying."

The entire room was filled with an indescribable aura, as if something ominous had happened.

The various animal corpses scattered on the ground made one feel bouts of nausea, just like being in a terrifying crime scene of a psychopathic killer.

The air was mixed with a stench and a smell of blood, making one want to cover their nose and escape.

Despite being a well-informed person, having experienced many life-and-death events, even Daniel Wright couldn’t help but shiver in the face of such a scene.

He couldn’t possibly believe that all this before him was actually the work of that beautiful and gentle woman, and he was extremely puzzled: What exactly was she trying to achieve?

And what drove her to such extreme behavior?

Here were not only dissected frog corpses but also a mix of various snakes and rodents. These small creatures were disgusting enough in daily life; now, being concentrated here was practically challenging the last line of defense of the human nerve.

More unbelievably, such evil and cruel work was actually completed by a seemingly delicate woman.

This not only instilled deep fear towards her but also an involuntary need to explore the truth behind it.

After Daniel Wright quickly took a few photos with his mobile phone, while slowly moving towards the bed, an even stronger feeling of discomfort overwhelmed him.

On the large bed, Mr. Foster lay surrounded by several small amphibian creatures that had been dead for a long time, and above him, a massive python leisurely devoured one of the long-dead frog corpses.

Even though this large python showed no signs of aggressiveness, with several parts amicably coiled around the unconscious Mr. Foster’s neck, it did nothing to lessen the terror.

Imagine if Mr. Foster suddenly opened his eyes and saw a huge snake head slowly approaching within thirty centimeters of his face while the cold and weighty snake tail tightly coiled around his frail neck...

This scene was heart-stopping, hard to imagine what might happen next.

It’s fortunate Mr. Foster didn’t have heart disease; otherwise, he would have been terrified on the spot.

Even so, it’s estimated that before he sleeps in the future, he’ll think of this python every time he closes his eyes.

Whenever it’s late at night and quiet, he’s likely to remember that horrifying scene.

Daniel Wright’s body trembled, and he took another photo.

He felt it necessary to capture this moment as evidence for the future.

This time he was genuinely impressed.

Though he had heard before how extraordinary this Young Madam’s actions were, seeing it firsthand today still sent a chill through his heart.

Remember never to provoke this Young Madam in the future; her methods are just spine-chilling.

Thinking about this, Daniel Wright even felt a bit of fear.

Daniel Wright walked over, swiftly pulled the big snake down, and threw it on the ground, acting very adeptly.

Then he turned on his phone’s light to shine on Mr. Foster, the strong light appearing exceptionally dazzling in the darkness.

Daniel Wright shouted to wake Mr. Foster.

The sound was particularly loud in the quiet night, as if penetrating the heart.

"Old man, wake up!"

When Mr. Foster woke up and saw Daniel Wright, he was shocked. Although he had seen Daniel a few times, seeing him at the bedside in the middle of the night was a first.

The sudden change before him made him somewhat bewildered.

Mr. Foster, with a hint of panic, said, "Are you trying to scare me to death coming to my bedside so late?"

He patted his chest with his hand, as if trying to soothe his heart which was beating rapidly out of fear.

Daniel Wright chuckled bitterly in explanation: "Old man, it’s not me trying to scare you; it’s someone else. I’m here to help you. Now quickly close your eyes, don’t ask much, I’ll carry you downstairs before we discuss anything else."

Though these words were urgent, they conveyed a reassuring power.

Mr. Foster asked confusedly, "What are you talking about? Who wants to scare me?"

His eyes were full of incomprehension and unease, apparently not aware of the situation before him.

Daniel Wright answered: "It’s the Young Madam."

Hearing this name, he felt the air become tense, as if something bad was about to happen.

Upon hearing this, Mr. Foster immediately got goosebumps, realizing right away that this was probably another of William Foster’s schemes, letting him take the fall, so he quickly closed his eyes, "Hurry up and take me away, quickly."

For this suspicion, Mr. Foster already had an answer, as past incidents were still fresh in his memory.

He had no interest in finding out what Clara Bennett did.

The last experience had already taught him that this young lady was equally unreliable, and it’s better not to know.