A Bastard For The Heir

Waiting At the Hotel to Whisk Her Off!

“Kindly answer my question, Mr Rogers.” Wayne repeated, his voice chilly and terrifying. “Did you really meet my parents on the floor, dead even before the fire engulfed the whole house?”

Ben flinched, his lips quivering. “Look here, Mr Costa.” He adjusted his tie nervously. “My statement is still the same I gave the police, I couldn’t find the courage to go in. We all waited outside as the fire engulfed the house, I only set my eyes on them after the fire fighter’s arrived.”

“Really?” Wayne asked, his gaze piercing deeper into the man’s. He had a hunch that this man was lying.

“I’m telling you the truth!”

“I see.” Wayne relaxed back on his chair, his hands gripping the glass tight as he stared at Ben who was looking all unsettled.

There was no use of forcing the truth from him. He would get it through other means.

“One more question,” Wayne spoke again. “Did you note anything unusual that happened before their death, like a few hours, a day or a few days before-” He was suddenly cut