Veronica's POV
Everyone made their way downstairs, and I quickly checked the corridor where I'd hung the poisonous snake. Just as I suspected—it was gone.
"Cecile, I left that snake hanging in the corner, planning to use it as proof. But someone's taken it," I told her.
"Gone? Who would dare?" Cecile's expression hardened, her voice sharp with anger.
I studied the servants gathered around us. Each one shook their head, swearing they hadn't seen anyone near that area.
Camila glanced toward the corridor. "That's unfortunate. No cameras cover that spot—it's completely blind. If someone grabbed the snake, we'd never catch them on footage."
"Actually, it's pretty straightforward," I said, letting my voice carry an edge of confidence. "Someone bold enough to snatch that snake in broad daylight? They're scared. Guilty. The person who stole it is the same one who planted it to hurt Mr. Nelson."
