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Chapter 711
Eleanor sounded very excited.
After three busy days, she had finally found out the truth.
She felt very aplished.
"I''m all ears." Carlisle swung his arms slightly. They were numb because he had been resting them on the side of the hot spring pool for too long. His arms sshed the water slightly.
Eleanor asked, "You aren''t swimming in winter, are you?"
"No, I''m at a hot spring pool."
"What a pleasant life you lead, Mr. Zahn. I''ve been busying myself over your affairs, and you''re in the mood to sit in a hot spring pool?" Eleanor sniped.
Her best friend had asked her to go skiing a few days ago, but she hadn''t epted the invitation. She had focused all her energy on sorting out the business with Carlisle, but he had gone off to a hot spring pool.
"Ahem.... Unlike wealthy heiresses like you, I grew up poor. Now that I''ve finally earned a bit of money, it''s time for me to enjoy myself!"
While Carlisle was on the phone, a cleaningdy pushing a sanitation cart suddenly walked through the door.
The cleaningdy wore a mask, and her hair was as white as snow. As she walked, a few strands of hair fluttered over her forehead.
At the same time, the pretty attendant who had been scattering flower petals into the pool turned to look at the cleaningdy.
The cleaningdy lowered her head and continued to push the cart in front of her as she walked.
She stopped the cart in the corridor and picked up a broom and dustpan. She began sweeping up the corridor.
She was getting closer and closer to Carlisle. The sweet smile on the pretty attendant who had been massaging Carlisle had disappeared, and she was walking swiftly over to Carlisle. When the cleaningdy was only a few feet away from Carlisle, she suddenly pulled out a gun and pointed it at the back of Carlisle''s head.
At that crucial moment, the pretty attendant kicked the cleaningdy''s wrist.
There was a bang. The cleaningdy''s aim had been knocked askew, and her shot hit a decorative potted nt on the wall instead. The pot shattered at once.
The cleaningdy''s expression changed. She cocked her gun to load it, ready to take a second shot.
The pretty attendant, who had been scattering flower petals, rushed forward and sent the cleaningdy sprawling to the ground with one kick.
The attendant who had been giving Carlisle a massage kicked the gun in the cleaningdy''s hand away and grabbed her wrist. She pinned it forcefully behind her back and pressed her
knee down on it to hold it in ce. With her other hand, she took out a pair of silver handcuffs and cuffed the woman.
Francis and Wendell rushed in with several bodyguards and policemen.
Carlisle, still sitting in the hot spring pool, breathed a sigh of relief. He grabbed a towel next to him and wiped away the cold sweat on his brow.
"Wh-what''s going on over there?" Eleanor asked. "Was that a gunshot?"
"I don''t know. I''ll go out and have a look. I''ll call you backter." Carlisle hung up and scrambled out of the hot spring pool.
A real attendant hurried over to give him a thick bathrobe.
Francis tore the wig off the cleaningdy''s head, revealing a thin man, who was around 30 years old.
Carlisle walked over and asked, "Who hired you to kill me?"
The man looked menacing. "Do you think you''ll be able to get any information from a professional assassin about who hired them?"
"It''s you, the ck Spider!"
The pretty woman with the petals had been scrutinizing the man. She scoffed and said, "I didn''t expect you to just admit it!"
Francis looked surprised. "He''s the ck Spider?"
The woman nodded and said, "That''s right. The crime investigation department hired a simtion portrait artist. Through the descriptions of those murder case witnesses in Rhinnd, we got a portrait of the suspect. He looks very simr to the portrait, and since he''s admitted that he''s a professional assassin, we can pretty much confirm that he''s the ck Spider!"
"Take him back for interrogation!" the attendant who had been giving Carlisle a massage said.