Twenty minutes later Teressa was done with all the bathing and dressing rituals. She wore a very beautiful peach dress, her hair was tied in a golden satin ribbon, her face was lightly made up to make her look fresher. Teressa stared at her reflection in the mirror in amazement. She had never been made to look this beautiful. She looks like a young actress she often sees on tv. Her blonde hair shimmered beautifully as if there was diamond dust in the soft strands of her hair. "You look incredibly beautiful." “Thank you very much Susan, you made me this beautiful. I've never seen a dress like this before." "Well, now put on your shoes. We're going downstairs to meet Mr. Smillow." "Who is Mr. Smillow?” Teressa was wearing ivory white flatshoes while frowning in confusion. "Oh, you don't know. Mr. Smillow is the guy you see below. He owns this house. He's a very rich man." "Sorry, I don’t know." "It’s ok. There's no need t

Wren held the gun in his hand for two seconds, then threw it into the trash can in the airport parking lot. Last night he had done so many evil things. He violated his professional code of ethics just because he wanted to protect Lexie. But he had long been involved in Rafe's dark life. It was only a matter of time that he too would become like Rafe to protect something or defend something. He didn't regret his actions of shooting those people, he was just confused about how to move on with his life after this. Will he be able to remain a doctor without thinking about the shooting? "Hey, come on in quickly. People will get suspicious if you stand there too long.” Gaston called out to him from the car. His face looked lethargic and tired because they didn't really rest all night. After Wren killed those people and checked their identity one by one. He and Gaston must work hard to eliminate their traces around the crime scene. He wiped all the places they touch

"Your plan failed." Cooper pressed the phone to his ear with a blank stare at his study door. Some of his men were busy cleaning up the mess that Rafe had made thirty minutes ago. The mysterious man really picked the right time to contact him when he was in such a bad state. "Who are you really? I feel this is just a trap. You gave me information about Rafe, but I think your information is false.” His laryngeal electro on the other side sounded loudly resembling the sound of discordant laughter that hurt the ears. Cooper had no interest in playing games with the mystery man. He had already been defeated twice, and he didn't want to lose for the third time at a time. “Your too stupid and idiotic underlings. I've given you all the information you need. But you sent lousy assassins instead." “Stop bothering me. I don't want to do this anymore." Cooper glanced sadly at Brittany's photo. All of Rafe's words managed to affect him badly. "Wha

Rafe walked unsteadily up the stairs one by one to the second floor of his mansion. He finally came back to this place after a full week of working to find evidence of Cooper Smillow's involvement in the Las Vegas shootings. He flew to Las Vegas after he managed to bully Cooper, then he worked and worked until he didn't realize he had spent too long in Las Vegas. But mostly it was because of his promise to Maria. He feels responsible for solving the shooting case and punishing the people who killed Weston. Now he was feeling extremely tired. He had never felt this tired and was eager to go home for the years he lived his life as a loner, independent man. His head repeatedly showed pictures of Lexie waiting for him at home. Even though they were just fake pictures created by his wild imagination, he was still happy and anticipating his return today. In fact, Lexie never waited for him to come home. Lexie is actually happy that he is gone and absent for a week from this house

When they arrived at Cooper's massive mansion, people had already arrived to pay their respects to Cooper. Men in black suits and women in black dresses huddled together to form small groups to talk about the good and bad of Cooper during his life. Lexie's hand gripped tightly by Rafe. She could feel an overly intense pressure on her palm. Like Rafe was about to crush her hand instead of gently grasping it. Behind Rafe's calm face hid a deep tension. They both wore sunglasses that were able to hide their facial expressions from the mourners who stared at their appearance with various kinds of speculations in their respective minds. Rafe and Lexie walked hand in hand into the very large hall of Cooper's house to see Cooper's coffin, which looked so cold and gray. No one actually stood by his coffin as a representative of the family to greet the mourners. The coffin was alone and only accompanied by dozens of photographs of Brittany which were displayed in a room that