Chapter 1723: The Specific Plan
Justin Kingston’s brows furrowed slightly, and an image of Eden flashed through his mind. From his appearance, he was totally capable of doing such a thing.
He had a classic villain’s face.
Justin Kingston took out his phone and opened the weather forecast. With a hint of anticipation, he said, "It’s going to start cooling down tonight, tomorrow will be rainy, turning into a storm in the afternoon, with flashes of lightning and thunder."
"Then tomorrow night is the best time to act." Mia Lane was also eager, asking, "Have you figured out his routines and residence?"
"Don’t worry, I’ve even found the location of the circuit breaker."
Hearing this, she was delighted and praised, "I certainly trust my husband to handle things."
She then watched Justin Kingston walk to the bookshelf, open a drawer, and pull out a hand-drawn map, walking back towards her.
"Come over and take a look." He spread the map on the table. "This is Eden’s residence, but he is naturally suspicious. No one will be on the third floor at night, not even the servants, who guard from the second-floor staircase."
Mia Lane quickly memorized the location and layout of Eden’s palace.
"Doesn’t that give us a perfect opportunity?" She lifted the corners of her mouth, seeing a glimmer of hope. "We can infiltrate at dusk."
"There’s a seldom-used door in the palace’s backyard, but it can be opened, and I’ve already got the key." Justin Kingston was thorough in his knowledge, then pointed, "We can go up via the fire escape, right in time for dinner when even the servants and guards are dining."
Justin Kingston believed he had the ability to protect her. As long as he was by her side, she wouldn’t suffer any harm.
"Alright." Mia Lane was not afraid; she was even a bit impatient because she not only wanted to help the King find the murderer but also find the murderer for her master.
She firmly suspected that her master’s death was also related to this Eden.
"Have you memorized the King’s voice?" Justin Kingston looked at her, having visited just now.
Mia Lane looked troubled, pondering, "His voice was too weak just now. It’s hard to gauge what his usual voice sounds like." She felt confident, but not entirely.
Justin Kingston handed her a recording pen again, "The King’s voice, listen to it."
She was slightly surprised but received it, turned on the recording pen, and the King’s voice played.
It was recorded very clearly, evidently showing Justin Kingston’s preparation.
Mia Lane listened intently, discerning little by little, trying to pronounce, and then memorized this timbre.
Justin Kingston sat down in a chair, leisurely picking up a teapot and poured two cups of tea.
Mia Lane listened to the recording, sitting beside him.
He no longer disturbed her, only handing her a cup of tea.
Ten minutes later, once the long recording ended, Justin Kingston turned his gaze to ask her, "How is it? Want to give it a try?"
Mia Lane met his gaze, nodded, then cleared her throat and spoke, "Eden, why did you poison me?"
That deep voice was exactly like the King’s!
Justin Kingston’s eyes flashed with surprise, "This is amazing, I couldn’t even tell them apart. Can you try a few more sentences?"
"Eden, aren’t you afraid of retribution? What you do, the heavens see, I also see." Mia Lane spoke again.
Justin Kingston nodded with satisfaction, smiling broadly, "That’s it, very good, indeed the best in the voice acting industry."
Mia Lane laughed at his compliment, "As expected of your wife."
"Yes, yes, yes, my best-ever wife."
Mia Lane quickly got serious and said to him, "We must also bring Ian Shelby over. Although there will be a recording, at least Eden won’t deny it. He is his uncle."
"Then in that case, it would be better to bring the King along." Justin Kingston suggested, "Given the current real situation, the King is not bedridden."