In My Desperate Time novel Chapter 408

The manager thinks back seriously and then says, "There are two cake masters in our shop. This cake was made by Master Lee. When it was made, I packed it myself and handed it to the customer. But I promise, it has nothing to do with me. I didn't do anything."

The manager is so anxious that he almost cries.

The panic in his eyes is real, and his panic is from fear.

I can feel it in his eyes that he didn't poison.

In that case, the master who made the cake is the only one under suspicion.

"Where's Master Lee?"

I ask.

In fact, I have the urge to run to the kitchen and cut the cake master into pieces.

"Master Lee? He said that he had something to do and he needed to go home. He asked for leave just now."

Damn it!

He must flee for fear of being punished.

"Do you have his address or phone number?" Frances asks.

"Yes." The manager nodded.

He immediately writes down the master's address and phone number to us.

Frances and I look at each other and hurriedly walk out.

We don't call the master for fear of alarming him.

Of course, he may not answer the phone even if we call him.

According to the address given by the manager, Frances and I arrive outside a rental room.

We knock on the door, but no one answers or come to open the door.

The man is frozen for a few seconds before he bursts into laughter and comes down from the window. And then he sits down on the ground.

"I know why you come to me. But it's none of my business. I just took money from someone who asked me to do it. I know what potassium cyanide is, so I didn't add it to the cake as much as the dosage that person said. I reduced half of the dosage. Are they alright?"

I know that Master Lee was directed by someone else. Even if he didn't do it, someone else would do it.

Speaking of which, I would also like to thank him for reducing the dosage so that my mother and younger brother managed to survive.

And I was lucky that I didn't eat the cake.

"Who is behind you?"

Frances looks at Master Lee and asks with a gloomy expression.

His rage scares me, let alone that man.

"Whitney! Whitney asked me to do this!"