When they saw Madam Cuiyun’s group enter the private dining room, Chen Jinlong and the others were instantly excited; they saw this as hope of rescue.

However, due to how domineeringly Su Yi had presented himself just now, they only dared plead with their eyes; none of them dared open their mouths to beg for help out loud.

Su Yi had killed within the House of Prosperity, then openly announced his intention to wait for the staff to arrive. All of them were well aware of the implications: Su Yi still had something up his sleeves.

That’s why even now, at this juncture, they dared not act recklessly.

“Young Lord, have you been waiting for me?” Madam Cuiyun got her emotions under control and said softly.

Su Yi nodded. “That’s right.”

Even after Madam Cuiyun and company arrived, he showed no signs of getting up. He just sat there, perfectly at ease, his expression as calm as stagnant waters.

Madam Cuiyun didn’t seem to mind. She just sighed faintly, “Had anyone else committed murder in the House of Prosperity, I naturally wouldn’t remain a bystander, but you’re no ordinary person. This puts me in a rather difficult position.”

When they heard this, Chen Jinlong and the others’ eyes widened, and they felt tongue-tied.

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