Fifty seven

"Don't you think my wife deserves an apology directly from you, Mrs. Wendy, especially when you're on your knees?" Nolan yelled, shaking the entire building.

Mrs. Wendy swallowed nervously. She found herself in a tight spot after seeing the video. She had hoped to ruin the Rothschilds, not realizing that they would be the ones to ruin them.

"I'm truly sorry, Master Nolan. I thought..."

"You should be saying that on your knees for almost tarnishing my wife's reputation," Nolan's voice was calm now as he narrowed his eyes.

"My apologies, Master Nolan. We received incorrect information. Who knew the informant was involved in the theft?" George chimed in, stealing a quick glance at Cassidy, who was already embarrassed in the same spot.

"We are genuinely sorry, Mrs. Rothschild. I hope we can rectify this and make it up to you in some way."

"There's no way you can, Mr. George."

"Miss Lincoln, you will be needed for questioning," the head guard said to Cassidy.

"I don't..."

Her lips