The other person, clearly intoxicated, slurred his words as he disclosed all he knew. "You don't understand. Miguel is quite cunning. How could he possibly let the Watts family go without an heir? Let me tell you. Before Miguel's eldest son perished in that accident, frozen sperm samples were taken, with which his wife managed to have twins. They're being raised overseas as the rightful heirs of the Watts family. Miguel has already concentrated on his eldest son's overseas company, making sure it runs clean and leaving it to his capable assistant to support the future heirs of the Watts family..."

The listener was amazed and said, “The Watts family still has such a huge secret? No shit! Miguel is way too sophisticated. I thought he just brought back an heir, but it turns out he simply brought back a scapegoat!"

"I got all this from my dad. His business has connections with the Watts family overseas. He stumbled upon some Watts family members and learned the truth. But keep this quiet. I wouldn't want to cross Miguel. He's a tough guy!"

“I get it. Don't worry. I won't tell anyone."

Nicole was shocked to learn these secrets about the Watts family. Her gut feeling was right. Miguel didn't truly care for Roscoe. She had sensed Miguel was indifferent to Roscoe's future and well-being. This was clear from the time Miguel had ordered someone to assault Roscoe, leaving him crippled.

If the conversation she just overheard was accurate, then Miguel's actions made sense. But this meant that Roscoe, being schemed into a scapegoat, was in serious trouble.

Nicole massaged her temples. She hadn't consumed dinner and suddenly felt faint, collapsing to the ground. She tried to steady herself against the wall, causing a noise nevertheless.

The people above instantly grew suspicious and called out, “Who's down there!"

Nicole froze, too afraid to move. Any movement would reveal her presence.

Someone leaned out and glanced downward, saying, “I'll keep watch here. You go check below."

Nicole's heart pounded. Right then, she heard footsteps from upstairs approaching, and she felt cornered, with nowhere to run. Even if she made a break for it, they could still find her using the surveillance cameras in the corridor.

Just then, a weak cat's meow echoed, "Meow..."

A pure white pet cat emerged from the shadows, gracefully stepping and occasionally meowing, "Meow... Meow..."

The person upstairs spotted a white cat and said, "Never mind. It's just a cat."

The one who had descended halted and then retreated, saying, "I knew it. No one would be here at this time."

"Alright, let's head back inside. It's freezing out here..."

The two people talked, their voices getting quieter as they moved away.

Nicole breathed a sigh of relief.

The little cat returned to Nicole and snuggled against her leg.

This cat belonged to Jemma and was known for its soft behavior.