She swallowed hard, her voice breaking. Besides after everything that has happened, Linsey must already hate me. She wouldn t want anything to do with me, much less believe a word I said.
Gorman weighed her words and decided they held water. The hardness in his face eased a notch. Chapters first released on find~novel~net
He had looked into Yana long before approaching her. He knew her circumstances recently divorced and raising a child barely three years old. He reasoned that even if she did not value her own life, she would never gamble with her child s.
At last, Gorman s expression softened.
As long as you keep your mouth shut and never breathe a word to Linsey, I won t touch you, Gorman said, his voice low and deliberate. He paused, then added, Don t worry. I ll handle the cleanup myself.
Thank you, Mr. Green, thank you, Yana stammered, her face pale.
Gorman dismissed her gratitude. Get out. And don t let me see your face again.
Yes. Yana scrambled from the office, her steps clumsy in her frantic escape.
Gorman watched her disappear, his expression blank until she was gone. Then, with a slow movement, he revealed the he had hidden behind his back.
It wasn t a knife just a sleek, customized air-conditioner remote.
Recalling Yana s terror-stricken face, Gorman let out a cold, mocking laugh. Pathetic.
The next morning, Collin strode into the CEO s office at CR Corporation, ready to confront Yana about last night s events.
Moments after he settled in, Dustin burst through the door, his face grim.
Collin, Yana s dead, he announced without preamble.
Collin had confirmed Yana s usual arrival time and was about to summon her via intercom when Dustin s words hit like a shockwave. Dead? Collin set down the receiver, his brow creasing. How?
Car accident, Dustin replied, his tone flat. They say she crashed into another car in a tunnel last night. It s all over the news.
He grabbed the remote from the desk and turned on the TV.
The screen flared to life, already tuned to a news channel broadcasting the report.
Collin s gaze locked onto the screen.
A female reporter, microphone in hand, detailed the incident a drunk-driving collision.
Yana didn t make it, while the injured were the son of the Fenton Group s chairman and his new wife.
When the segment ended, Collin remained silent, his expression unreadable.
Dustin, however, couldn t hold back a click
Karma came for Yana fast. He glanced at Collin. So, what s your next step?
She s gone. What s left to do? Collin shot him a look, as if the question itself were absurd.
And with that, the matter was closed.
Meanwhile, Dustin, ever mindful of his team, personally called Linsey to inform her of Yana s death, granting her two days of paid leave to recover at home.
That same day, Dolores was being discharged from the hospital. Linsey headed there to help pack and celebrate her friend s release.
But as she stepped off the elevator onto Dolores floor, a piercing wail echoed down the corridor, raw and heart-wrenching.
Linsey froze, her feet glued to the spot.
What was happening? Something felt deeply wrong.
She started toward the sound when two nurses leapt from the nurses station, rushing toward the commotion.
One nurse muttered in frustration, Good grief, this girl won t quit. That s her third outburst today!
Easy now, the other soothed. She s always relied on her looks. Now that her face is scarred, of course she s struggling to cope. Let s calm her down before she starts breaking things again.
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