Chapter Ninety Eight

The man was dressed in a turtle green dress robe, looking like he had just splashed water on his face, looking confusedly at Roth, “But I don’t understand, Eleanor was with us the whole day yesterday, she could not have harmed your friend.”

“I have evidence to prove that she did, can you please just call her?” Roth himself was clad in a T-shirt and trousers, probably the roughest attire Roth Dimitri could throw on, however still well-dressed enough.

“I did, she’ll be coming along shortly.” The man looked slightly concerned. Had it been someone else, he would have kicked them out by now for accusing his daughter like that, but this was Roth Dimitri. He had a reputation as one of the top business tycoons of America.

Eleanor entered the room, looking obviously annoyed at being woken up at this hour of the night, clad in a purple camisole and shorts. Her expression turned to a scowl at the sight of Roth.

Roth stood up more out of agony than as a form of respect for her. She overlooked