Masuk“Leafie?”“Yeah. The woman in the video. She is a famous dancer. Everyone knows her as Leafie.”Sarah pressed play again. The woman on the screen began dancing once more. Steven pulled up a video of Leafie on his tablet, and the movements matched perfectly.Melvin noticed the disappointment on Sarah’s face. “Where did this flash drive come from?”Sarah pressed her lips together. “From the villa on Riverside Drive. In my father’s study. It was lying in the corner where the computer tower had been dragged away.”While Sarah and Melvin explained, Zachary’s brows drew together. “What exactly happened?”“It has nothing to do—”“Sarah,” Melvin cut her off. “Did you forget what you promised me at home?”Sarah paused. She understood what he meant.The autopsy report had already confirmed that Zachary had nothing to do with her father’s death. The car crash had not been the real cause. Yet every time she faced Zachary, a knot tightened in her chest and all she wanted was to run.“If w
“Who is it?” Sarah asked, hope lighting up her eyes.“Steven,” Melvin replied.Sarah stared at him in disbelief. “Him?”Melvin gave a calm, almost amused smile. “Yes, him. There is a lot you do not know. Steven keeps many things hidden, and very few people know what he is actually capable of. I happen to be one of them.”For the entire drive to Reynolds Corp, Sarah still struggled to accept it. Steven was a famous chef, yet apparently also a top-tier tech expert. The combination made no sense.When they arrived, Zachary immediately paused the meeting he was in.Poor Steven had just finished slogging through dozens of contracts that Zachary dumped on him. He had been dramatically wailing about labor abuse and unfair treatment. The moment he saw Melvin and Sarah walk in together, he rushed over like he had found salvation. He grabbed Sarah’s sleeve, sniffling loudly. “Help me! Zachary is torturing his staff. He will not even give me a bonus.”Zachary replied lightly, “Your year-en
She immediately called Melvin. “Melvin, has anyone been inside the villa on Riverside Drive? Other than you, who else has a key to the main door?”Melvin sounded confused, though he tried to think it through. “Why are you even there? There shouldn’t be anyone going in. Only you and I have keys. Wait, my dad should have one too.”Sarah repeated everything the detective had told her that day. Staring at the computer tower, she felt a wave of frustration. “I did not expect someone to steal it. After my father’s accident, did you ever get his phone?”Melvin immediately understood how serious this was. “I saw it. The screen was shattered. It was crushed in the crash.”Sarah pressed urgently, “Where is it now?”“In the old house. I put it away. You want to try to recover the data?” Even with a shattered screen, the motherboard could still be salvaged by someone skilled.“I am coming to you right now.” She hung up before he could reply.Her gaze shifted back to the tower. Someone had r
Looking at the thick stack of investigation notes, Sarah realized the detective had done everything he could. “If my father was really poisoned, the killer did not have to be there in person. They could have used someone else.”“Of course. That is entirely possible. But I have one question that may be offensive. I hope you can answer it honestly.” The detective’s expression turned serious.Sarah nodded. “Go ahead.”“Did your father have any women in his life back then? I do not mean a girlfriend. It could have been something casual or even a one-night encounter.”“Why would you ask that?” Sarah looked completely puzzled.The detective hesitated, struggling to find the right words. After a moment, he finally spoke. “Miss Sanders, Ricardoin does more than work as an anesthetic. Its other primary use is to help men last longer.”Sarah’s face flushed bright red. She understood immediately.She bowed her head, feeling a little embarrassed. Her mother had died early, and her father ha
If she could borrow the power of the Reynolds family, then the people hiding in the shadows would finally have nowhere to run.Sarah’s expression darkened. She hated the idea of dealing with Zachary, but after going through every option she had, she realized the truth would stay buried unless she worked with him.She finally listened to what Melvin had been telling her. “I need to think about it.”The next day.“Miss Wilson, based on the evidence we have, the charge of attempted murder against you is essentially confirmed.” The female officer laid out several printed screenshots taken from the video.Up until she saw the photos, Vivian had been convinced Henry was the one pulling strings. She had been certain no one else had been at the scene.But that was clearly not the case.Her eyes widened in disbelief. Everything in the photos was real.Sweat beaded across her forehead, but she forced herself to stay calm. “Maybe these were edited.”The officer shook her head. “You are m
Joy flickered in Zachary’s eyes, even if most of it dimmed at Sarah’s indifferent response.“Your grandfather woke up? When can he be discharged?”“He only just opened his eyes,” Zachary explained. “He is not fully conscious yet. The neural connections in his brain have not recovered.”“That is still something worth celebrating. But since he just woke up, I should not take up your time. You should go back and be with him.”She did not hesitate. She turned and walked away.But just as she reached the door, she suddenly looked back. “Right, I forgot to tell you. Vivian has been taken into custody. She will pay for what she did that night.”Zachary froze.She pushed the door open and shut it behind her with firm finality.He stood there, stunned, an unsettling feeling tearing through him. It was as if something he thought he understood, something he thought he had a hand in guiding, had suddenly told him what she had done without asking his opinion, without involving him at all.







