Lahat ng Kabanata ng Reborn For Revenge: Kabanata 91 - Kabanata 100

**Emma’s POV**“You want an advance?”“That’s industry standard. Half upfront.”“Since when are you a rule follower?”“I didn’t know if you’d be able to pay me the lump sum.”“My daughter is the CEO of a gallery. We can prepare tens of millions in seconds.”“Sure, madam.”“You’ve heard of the artist Edward, right? The guy who killed himself in the mountains? He’s famous. I have a piece of his. If I show it, people will fight to buy it.”Amory leaned forward, pausing the recording on his phone. I looked at him, puzzled. “This is Hannah and Davis Noah? How did you get it?” I asked, trying to piece it all together.“We wiretapped Davis Noah. That woman is definitely planning something,” Amory replied, his eyes meeting mine before tapping the play button again.The voices resumed. “So, are you saying that painting is at the gallery?” Davis’s voice sounded, laced with doubt.“No. Somewhere else. It’ll be ready soon,” Hannah replied, her tone brimming with confidence.Amory stopped the re

Emma POV Amory and I walked into the police station, we were quickly shown to a waiting area. From where we sat, I could see Davis Noah standing at the counter, looking bored as he wrote his statement under the officer's supervision.“All this fuss over a little accident? I’ll pay for the repair,” Davis scoffed, glancing at the screen showing the statements.One of the officers turned toward him, the sternness in his voice leaving no room for argument. “Davis Noah, you’re here as a suspect in the attempted murders of Wilson Patricia and Emma Smith,” he said, leveling his gaze at him. “Remember the gas canister that exploded during the fire? We finally ran the fingerprint found on it. It was yours, Davis.”Davis’ face twisted into a smirk. “So what?”The officer leaned forward, his voice calm but with an edge of satisfaction. “Entering the victim’s home to commit arson proves intent.”Davis rolled his eyes, his voice dripping with contempt. “That was ages ago. The statute of limitatio

As I walked into the restaurant, my eyes landed on Elena, already seated and engrossed in her phone. She sat at our usual table, unaware of my approach. I made my way over, pulling out the chair across from her and settling down, resting my cane against the table. She quickly put her phone away, her expression shifting as she looked up at me.“Hannah’s arrest is all over the news,” I said once I’d settled in.She shrugged, her voice calm but firm. “It doesn’t matter now. It’s not good for us to be associated with her anymore. Isn’t that what you wanted?”I chuckled, appreciating her quick thinking. “I like how you think.” I picked up the menu, glancing through the items. “What would you like to eat?”She leaned forward, her face a mix of concern and frustration. “How long are you planning on keeping me in that hotel? I need stability for our child’s sake. How can I keep living out of a hotel room?”Before I could respond, my phone buzzed in my pocket. I held up a finger. “Hold on a mo

Emma POV It hurt deeply to stay alone in this big, empty house, with no one around to talk to or pull me out of the loneliness that pressed down like a weight on my chest. I didn’t want to admit it, but I missed Amory. He had only been gone for a few hours since our argument, but it already felt like an eternity. I picked up my phone and, in a moment of weakness, typed out a message to him: *“I saw on the news there's been a fatal accident. Is everything okay at work?”* But as my finger hovered over the send button, doubt crept in. He should be the one reaching out. He was the one who kept secrets, even though he knew all of mine. I quickly deleted the words and let out a sigh, setting the phone down with a mix of frustration and hurt. Suddenly, a message notification lit up my screen. *“Emma, how are you feeling? I'm worried about you,”* it read. It was from my mother. We hadn’t spoken in a while, and seeing her message brought a strange comfort. After a few exchanges, I agreed t

As early as 10 a.m., both Grandma and I were present at the highly anticipated press conference regarding Emgrand Construction’s tragic accident. The room was buzzing with reporters, cameras flashing as we stepped up to the podium. I felt the weight of the situation, knowing the painful truths we were about to reveal. Grandma adjusted the microphone, took a deep breath, and began to speak, her tone firm and unyielding.“Today, I stand before you,” she said, pausing as her gaze swept over the crowd. “Recently, at Emgrand Constructions, an accident occurred on one of our apartment construction sites, resulting in the tragic death of Mr. Kim. I am here to tell you the truth about this incident.”The room went silent, hanging on her every word.“The death of Mr. Kim was not an isolated tragedy,” she continued, her voice sharp and resolute. “It was the result of an extreme work schedule that led to inadequate safety measures on-site. It was entirely the fault of Emgrand Constructions.”A r