Chapter 38

Edward took Stella straight to that snack shop. The moment the shop owner saw them walk in, his face turned pale with panic. Edward knew exactly why—Isabelle had clearly bought him off ahead of time. "Sir, we're just here to ask about the snacks this lady bought from you before. Do you remember where they were sourced from?" Edward asked casually. The owner wiped the sweat from his forehead, stumbling over his words. "Th-The supply chain's legit, I swear! Something happened?" Edward didn't stop. "You must've seen the trending news—it's all about that heiress who had an allergic reaction. It was caused by snacks from your store." "I... I don't know how that happened! It must've been tampered with after she bought them—not our fault!" the owner insisted, clearly panicking more. Stella watched him nervously fidget and stammer, her eyes narrowing. Totally guilty behavior. First instinct is to blame someone else? Obvious. Edward scoffed, his gaze sharpening into something cold and dangerous