Chapter 60

Oprah looked at him. "The past is in the past. I want to focus on the present and the future."

Burgess closed in, pressing her against the wall.

His gaze was filled with emotions that Oprah couldn't decipher.

"Where did you get all the money for charity in these six years? Did Alfred provide it?"

Oprah didn't know that since she left, Burgess had never had a good night's sleep. He had slept with her urn initially. He took the pot for testing three years ago, only to discover that the ashes inside weren't Oprah's. That's when he realized Oprah had deceived him. He had used his resources to search for her but had failed to find her. Yet now, Oprah brought herself to him.

These past few days, Burgess had been unable to sleep night after night.

His mind was filled with images of Oprah and Alfred together.

"Alfred and I are just friends. I earned my money on my own..."

Oprah's words were cut short as Burgess's large hand landed on her shoulder, trailing slowly until he reached her chest.

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