Chapter 4 - The Poisoned Toast
A collective gasp rippled through the fifty mourners. Several elderly relatives covered their mouths in horror as Daniel’s recorded voice continued playing across the stone monuments.
"Marcus found out I was removing him from the company board after discovering his illegal offshore transfers," the recorded voice panted heavily. "He came to my office tonight pretending to reconcile... he poured us two glasses of scotch."
The audio captured the faint sound of clinking glass on the recording, followed by Daniel's labored breathing.
"The moment I drank it, my chest felt like it was on fire," Daniel’s recorded voice whispered, growing weaker with every second. "I locked myself in the private archive room... I called Sophia because she's a corporate lawyer... I hid this phone in her briefcase when she arrived with the paramedics..."
Marcus stood rooted to the spot, his hands trembling violently as every eye in the graveyard turned to glare at him.
His posture of a grieving, protective brother vanished in an instant, replaced by the cornered panic of a guilty man whose crime had been broadcast to the world.
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"This is fake! It's an AI voice generator!" Marcus shrieked, taking slow steps backward into the crowd of mourners, his face completely drained of all color.
👉 Read Part 5 to learn what evidence Sophia brought along with the recording.
