"So, you believe you can concoct an elaborate story based solely on a medicine bottle? Theodore, I'm telling you it's pointless.

Do not make baseless accusations simply because of something that emerged out of nowhere! I have said it before, and I will say it again— I did not do it!"

Darian vehemently denied the accusations, as if he genuinely believed in his own innocence.

Theodore glanced at him and retrieved an audio pen recorder from his pocket.

With a sense of purpose, he pressed play, and a man's voice rang out.

“Put this into her medicine and ensure she takes it every day," the voice on the recording said.

It was Darian's voice, unmistakably.

Another voice, tinged with hesitation, spoke up.

“But administering this medication could lead to mental disorders and hallucinations."

“Just do as I say! Keep it a secret. I will pay you fifty million dollars when it's done."

This was what Darian had said when he instructed the doctor to drug Ariana, but he had never anticipated that the doctor would record their conversation.

Darian's countenance turned pallid, his complexion drained of color.

Before he could formulate a rebuttal, Horace approached, accompanied by a middle-aged gentleman in his forties.

At the sight of this newcomer, Darian staggered backward, as if beholding a specter, his expression etched with horror.

This middle-aged man happened to be the very person who had spoken in the recording, the doctor named Santino Felton, identifiable by a scar on the right side of his face.

Fixing a cold gaze upon Darian, Santino then offered a sardonic smile and spoke.

"I must apologize for disappointing you, Mr. Anderson. Your men pursued me relentlessly, and I ultimately met the embrace of the sea. To my surprise, I found myself rescued."

“You! What are you talking about?!" Darian's anger surged to such heights that his words stumbled upon one another, his entire body trembling with fury.

Santino sneered, his tone dripping with scorn, “Darian, you possess an exceptional talent for abandoning those whom you have exploited. You had pledged fifty million dollars as payment after I manipulated Aimee into a state of madness. Yet, you failed to honor your promise, instead dispatching someone to end my life. I had envisioned a promising future, but you have shattered it. How do you intend to compensate me!"

Now, with the witness's testimony and the presentation of evidence, the assembled crowd directed their gaze upon Darian.