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Not only Jack, but even Beckett rarely saw someone get frustrated when it came to talking.

"No matter what, I will always think of that special conversation we had back then. I think that Gretel must be very popular with you, right? You look like he comes from a rich family, right?" Cassell tried to launch a desperate counterattack.

Sheila Bryan's face changed, with a feeling of colorful black and radiant white alternating back and forth. After all, it is an irrefutable fact that Cassel is now a successful person.

Even in a capital society, the upper class will look down on the nouveau riche. Even making money is a talent in itself, but they will not look down upon successful artists.

A best-selling author who is also a type of artist, Cassel has squeezed into the upper class with his talents. He has fans from all walks of life, from the concierge to the mayor of a city, he can talk and laugh happily.

Jack bets that Sheila Bryan, who almost became Rick Castle's mother-in-law, has secretly regretted it. After all, with the recent explosion of the "Nikki Hitt" series, someone has returned to the top ten in New York. The ranks of the most popular golden bachelors.

However, if you lose, you will not lose. Sheila Bryan took a deep breath and kept her expression steady, "Richard, this is never about money, but about character. If you had realized this earlier, Keira will never leave you."

After speaking, she held her head high and turned away as proudly as an old hen.

Ho ho, a sure kill, the two people watching the show couldn't bear to look at Cassel's expression at this moment.

"Wow, imagine, if you were really with Kayla, you would have to spend Thanksgiving with this person every year." Beckett's words made Cassel, who was still a little depressed and lost the verbal war, couldn't help but laugh. Shivered.

Jack smacked his lips with regret, feeling a little unhappy, "I thought I would see the scene where people cry bitterly and say that lovers should not have broken up in the first place, implying that Cassel and his daughter are reconnecting."

"Huh?" Beckett showed an expression of disgust and disdain, "Have you read too many of the vulgar novels that are popular in the market recently? I don't know why the third-rate novels that make people get goosebumps are on the best-seller list one after another. "

"Oh, are you talking about "Start 911, Let's See How I Save the Twin Towers" or "The End of the Empire, Florida Tramps Save America"? Or "The Return of the Soldier King, His Wife and Daughter Live in the Slums, and He Leads a Hundred Thousand Special Forces Soldiers to Revenge in a Fury" "?"

Cassel raised his eyebrows, "Although the novel is very vulgar, the short drama turned out to be surprisingly good."

"Are you saying that the heroine is so good-looking that she always appears in swimsuits?" Beckett glanced at him with contempt and picked up the phone.

Jack didn't dare to say a word during the whole conversation, for fear of being discovered that the instigator was at the scene.

"Let's go, the missing best man Mike was found by hotel security." Beckett shook his phone and led the way towards the other end of the corridor.

When the three of them rushed to a storage room, Mike Waits, who was disheveled and sweaty, had just been helped out of it, and he looked a little delirious.

"Mr. Waits?"

"Mr. Waits?"

Beckett called several times, but he didn't come back to his senses. He couldn't help but raise his voice slightly, "Mike!"

Mike Waits trembled subconsciously, then turned to look at her with a ferocious expression, "Where is that bitch Sophie? I'm going to kill her!"

"Then it seems you have no chance." Cassel said carelessly.

Beckett asked seriously, "What happened?"

"That bitch drugged me and left me in there." Mike Waits gasped, still not fully recovered from the effects of the drug.

Looking at his disheveled appearance, an adult could guess what happened before.

Beckett summoned two police officers to help the best man back to the room. Jack checked his condition and found that the problem was not serious. He just needed to drink a few more glasses of water to allow his body to metabolize the remaining drug components.

After waiting for a while, seeing that he was almost recovered, Beckett continued to ask, "Tell me what happened between you and Sophie last night?"

Mike Waits had just heard the news of the bridesmaid's death. His original excitement had calmed down, and his expression was more of shock than sadness.

"She seduced me. She flirted with me coquettishly. After leading me to the storage room, she gave me a glass of wine."

"That glass of drugged wine?" Cassell tried to manage his expression.

"Yes, it's really sick, isn't it? Who would drug a man? A girl just needs to talk, right?" Mike Waits said and drank a large glass of water.

"What's more, I also saw the set of underwear and suspenders she was wearing. Who would say no in that kind of atmosphere?"

"Hmm." The two men standing opposite him nodded at the same time.

Beckett shook his head slightly, speechless, "Have you had any history before?"

"No." Mike Waits shook his head slightly, as if he was worried that he was related to the death of the bridesmaid, and quickly explained in detail.

"I mean, we met once last year at Gretel and Keira's engagement ceremony, and to be honest, she's the kind of girl you can't take your eyes off, but we haven't had any contact since."

"So do you know why she drugged you?" Jack handed him another glass of water.

Mike Waits took the cup and drank it in one gulp, "Thanks, uh, I have no clue about this."

"Then do you remember any abnormal emotions she showed at that time? Fear, fear, anger or nervousness, etc." Beckett asked.

The unlucky best man tilted his head and tried to remember, "I feel like I have made up my mind. Damn it, I should have known that there was no pie falling from the sky. How could a beautiful girl like her suddenly fall in love with me."

"Okay, have a good rest. If you think of anything later, please let us know in time." Beckett shook his head speechlessly and handed him a business card.

The three of them turned and left the room, returning to the bar where guests were still gathered. Beckett suddenly stopped and looked at Cassel, "What on earth was Sophie doing last night?"

Cassell made a rigorous analysis, "She ran out to get medicine midway, which means there must have been a premeditation."

"Then you knock Mike out and lock him in the storage room? What kind of premeditation is this?" Jack said that he listened to you as much as you did.

"Maybe." Cassell suddenly looked enlightened, making people look forward to what other wild guesses this well-known writer would have.

"Sorry, I didn't think of anything."

"Tch." Beckett ignored this guy's stunt and looked around to find the groom, Gretel Murphy, eating alone in the corner. Then he remembered that they were planning to ask the bride and groom for further questioning.

However, when she turned around, Cassel had disappeared, "Where did he go?"

Jack shrugged, "I guess he went to find a bride."

Facing Beckett and Jack, the groom Gretel Murphy's attitude was quite good, and it was obvious that he was a very educated man. However, when the two asked about the situation of the deceased, his answers were not as good as before. Sanzhi is slightly stronger.

"So, when was the last time you had contact with the deceased Sophie last night?" Beckett asked.

"It should be like everyone else. After the rehearsal dinner, everyone was in the bar. My uncle Teddy kept dragging me to drink. At about one o'clock, I sneaked back to my room, but I'm not sure if Sophie was still there at that time. It’s in the bar.”

Jack felt keenly that he seemed to be hiding something, because his eyes flickered when he said these words, but he didn't feel guilty, which seemed a little strange.

"So, you and the bride didn't sleep in the same room last night?" He felt like he had discovered a blind spot.

"Of course, according to tradition, seeing the bride before the wedding will bring bad luck." The groom Gretel frowned after saying, "Well, now it seems that this is completely unnecessary superstition."

"Uh." Jack shut up in time. He really didn't know there was such a tradition.