The Three Little Guardian Angels
Chapter 2149

Chapter 2149

Gail lowered her head. "Thank you for the compliment, Mr. Puzo."

Fabio patted her shoulder and turned around to look at Buchanon. It was only then Buchanon came around to his senses and said, "Ms. Leroy, you indeed are one hell of a killer."

Not only had she chopped his head off, but she even brought the head back. It was not something that anyone could do.

Fabio retracted his hand and sat on the couch. "How about the mole? Did you discover anything?"

Buchanon had been startled by the head, so it was only now that he came around to his senses. When he heard Fabio's question, cold beads of sweat began to ooze from his forehead as he remembered wha Donald had told him.

He looked at Gail and forced a smile on his face. "I've checked everyone in the Parkin Chamber of Commerce. There's nothing wrong with them, but..."

"But what?" Fabio placed the cup of tea near his lips.

Buchanon told him about the fight Manuel had with Sunny in front of the hospital that day. He lifted his head and continued. "Manuel said that the woman he saw that day looked a lot like... Ms. Leroy." Gail squinted and clenched her fists tightly inside her sleeves.

Fabio emptied the tea and glanced at Gail.

Gail asked, "Mr. Gibson, are you sure I'm the person that Manuel said he saw?"

Maintaining the smile on his face, Buchanon replied, "He just said that that woman looks a lot like you."

"So, are you implying that Mr. Wyatt has been colluding with the Southern Clan?"

Sensing Fabio's piercing gaze, Buchanon hastily said, "Of course not! That's not what I'm saying!"

Holding the empty cup in his hand, Fabio chimed in and asked, "So what are you trying to say?"

Buchanon's back was filled with sweat. "This was Manuel's speculation, and I'm concerned about your safety, Mr. Puzo."

Gail smiled. "Everyone knows where I was that day, so go ahead if you want to check anything. Before I came to the East Islands, I worked for Mr. Wyatt, but my master now is Mr. Puzo. What's in it for me to help the Southern Clan? Could it be that Mr. Southern Sr. is my master?"

Buchanon's heart was in his throat when Fabio did not say anything. He gnashed his teeth and said, "But other than Mr. Wyatt, none of us have seen you before, Ms. Leroy. I'm just worried that someone might be impersonating 'you'..."

He did not finish his sentence, but everyone knew what he was trying to say.

Fabio was a highly suspicious person. Initially, he suspected Gail as well, but Gail was sent

over to him by Huntley, and doubting Gail was similar to doubting Huntley.

Buchanon's words aroused Fabio's suspicion once again.

With a smile on her face, Gail said, "What about I make a video call with Mr. Wyatt? If he says I'm not the real Gail, you can do whatever you want with me, Mr. Puzo."

Buchanon was stunned.

Since she had the guts to make a video call with Huntley, it meant that she was the real deal.

Fabio looked at him expressionlessly and asked, "Do you have anything else to say, Buchanon?"

Buchanon felt weak at his knees. His forehead was filled with beads of cold sweat as he said, I'm just worried about-"

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Fabio threw the cup on the floor next to his feet and rose to his feet. "How dare you question Gail, you idiot!? If you spoil my plan again, you'll be the next one to get your head chopped off."

Buchanon fell to his knees and said, "I'm sorry, Mr. Puzo! I promise I won't make the same mistake again!"

Fabio turned around and went upstairs without looking at him.

Buchanon hastily walked out of the villa, and he only relaxed a bit when he came into the courtyard. He grabbed the collar of his subordinate and hissed. "Go back and inform Donald. He nearly got me killed!" He pushed the man away and went back into the car.

He suspected Gail's identity because of the things that Donald had told him, but Gail had the guts to prove her identity.

Fabio was in need of Huntley's help, so he couldn't do anything to Gail. If he continued to suspect Gail's identity, Fabio might not be happy about it, and he would be in big trouble.