When Pride Falls at Your Feet (19 Chapters Left to Complete) - Chapter 99

“Ahh—right. You’re absolutely correct. Evidence proving the culprit behind the Golden-Haired Woman murder case is indeed very necessary.”

The moment Emilia heard Enrico’s deliberately languid words, a sudden chill ran through her entire body.

So Alessandro was the one at the center of that infamous case everyone had been talking about in newspapers and gossiping about everywhere.

‘You’re far too strikingly beautiful, after all. Please try not to walk alone, and avoid going out too late at night. These are dangerous times.’

His previous words of concern flashed through her mind. It felt deeply jarring that he, the actual murderer, had earnestly warned her to be careful.

She had kept some distance from Alessandro before, but his true identity turned out to be beyond even her imagination. To live while hiding such a dark and murderous disposition…

And this man was the kingdom’s heir to the throne? It was truly fortunate that Enrico had uncovered the truth now.

“By the way, that evidence all surfaced this morning—extracted from that worthless worm you employed.”

Enrico replied flatly, jerking his chin toward Count Vallemont.

Alessandro irritably shook off Enrico’s hand and naturally shifted his gaze toward Count Vallemont. The man lay unconscious, foaming at the mouth—a sight utterly repulsive to behold.

Surely they couldn’t possibly detain him based on something so flimsy. Yet why did he feel so uneasy? Though he told himself it was impossible, a nagging suspicion clung to him stubbornly.

From the beginning, the abduction of the golden-haired woman had been entrusted secretly only to the Shadows—Count Vallemont couldn’t possibly have known. But Enrico spoke with such unwavering certainty that Alessandro couldn’t immediately deny it outright.

How exactly? What could it be? Could it be that Enrico had actually sent these so-called pieces of evidence directly to His Majesty the King?

Questions swarmed his mind without pause, tightening like a vice around his heart. Alessandro’s chest rose and fell heavily.

‘…He really is the murderer, isn’t he?’

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