Nathan Redgrave picked up the overcoat from the foot of the bed and draped it over his arm. He fastened the cufflinks of his shirt with one hand as he walked out.
After leaving Fiona Keating's home, Nathan Redgrave drove straight to the bar from last night. He had to get to the bottom of this.
The bar wasn't open yet at this hour. Nathan Redgrave had Mr. Miller look up the owner's number and called him personally, demanding that the bartender who was at the counter last night come as well.
Knowing the caller was Nathan Redgrave, the bar owner didn't dare to delay and quickly drove over.
"Mr. Redgrave, please take a look. Was this the bartender who served you last night?"
Nathan Redgrave leaned forward and sat down on the leather sofa, slowly crossing his legs. His cold gaze, fixed on the bartender, held a faintly terrifying glint.
"Who told you to spike my drink?"
