Ailin's expression grew grave.
The family of Andre possessed the rights to the hereditary earldom. As the heir, Andre took his own safety very seriously, and was always accompanied by bodyguards, making his murder no easy feat.
"Who do you suspect?"
Jian Xi looked deeply at Ailin and said, "You are more familiar with Country C than I am. Who would want Andre dead, who holds a grudge against Nan Mufeng."
Ailin nodded slowly: "Andre has a brother named Joseph. If Andre dies, he benefits the most. However, having only recently acquired his inheritance rights, Joseph wouldn't be foolish enough to act now."
"What about the Flying Heaven Gang?" Jian Xi smiled coldly, the smile not reaching her eyes, "Using my physical injuries as a reason, they fabricate a pretense of Nan Mufeng's murderous rage."
"Possibly!" Ailin immediately nodded, "But the Flying Heaven Gang has long been gone, the remaining small fries..."
