บททั้งหมดของ Regretful Tears Won't Bring Her Back: บทที่ 371 - บทที่ 380

Fragments of charred sports car debris lay scattered across the ground. Liesel's wheelchair couldn't navigate the terrain. Jordan was forced to help her walk into the chaos. The midday sun was hidden behind a sky darkened by thick clouds that cast an eerie gloom over the mountains. Black smoke rose in columns and merged with the clouds as if the earth was lamenting the devastation.The scene was grim as there were piles of smashed cars. Faint cries for help drifted from within some of the vehicles. When they drew closer, twisted wreckage of vehicles could be seen as jagged shards of metal glinted faintly amidst the shadows. Occasionally, sparks flickered from damaged car parts.The stench of burning rubber and gas was vomit-inducing. It forced anyone present to hold their breath.Flashing red and blue lights from police cars against the gray skies added an unsettling edge.It wasn't just law enforcement that came as paramedics swarmed the area. Their bright reflective vests s

Matthew stood still. His gaze was fixed on the large screen in the lab. Liesel's uploaded video was on an endless loop, and his eyes glimmered with unsettling obsession.The faint sound of movement behind him drew his attention. He turned and towered over Elijah who had just begun to regain consciousness on the hard floor."Mr. Hardin, we meet again."Elijah leaned against the icy wall while fighting to stay awake. His right arm hung at an unnatural angle. It was dislocated. With a sharp breath, he held it with his good arm, and with a sickening crack, he pushed it back in place.His lower body was in agony. He was in so much pain that his face paled. Sweat soaked through his shirt as he forced himself to meet Matthew's gaze."I suspected it might be you, but I didn't think you'd have hundreds of cars go after me just to prove me right. I'm flattered.""Oh, don't flatter yourself, Mr. Hardin. It wasn't just me." Matthew stepped closer."You've made a lot of enemies. Did you real

"The Hardins claim that Mr. Hardin was a hopeless romantic who foolishly left all his assets and shares to Liesel in his will. If they can't find Mr. Hardin's body, Liesel becomes the sole beneficiary. She'll inherit years' worth of the Hardin Group's wealth!" "Get rich and lose the husband? That's definitely suspicious!" "The issue is that Liesel cheated with Elijah. She moved on seamlessly, only to have her child with Elijah miscarried shortly after leaving Ford Corporation. And now Elijah's in trouble? Who wouldn't think Liesel's involved?" "If I were one of the Hardins, I'd be fuming too!" "If Liesel orchestrated all this, she needs to be investigated thoroughly. She's a cold-blooded murderer who doesn't see people as anything but obstacles to her ambitions!" "Liesel's no saint, but are the Hardins any better? Let's be real—they only care about what Elijah left behind. Otherwise, why call a board meeting at a time like this? Why not focus on finding Elijah? It's absu

Liesel raised her gaze. Her eyes were cold as they locked onto Uriah. The chill radiating from her was impossible to miss. "And who exactly are you supposed to be?" she asked with one hand resting lightly on the edge of the table. "I worked at Ashthorne for three years and never once heard of some grand figure like you at Hardin Group." She made a shocked face. "Ah, Mr. Uriah. My apologies. It's been so long since I've seen you. You look so diminished. Have you lost your appetite? Or maybe you're just too weak to keep up." The remark was a blatant jab. Everyone in the room knew it hadn't been long since Elijah ousted Uriah from his position at Hardin Group—a coup that wouldn't have been possible without Liesel's support. To Uriah, Elijah couldn't have taken Hardin Group away without Liesel. She was the reason he had lost everything. He slammed his hand on the table as he stood abruptly. "Liesel! Without you, do you think Elijah would've had the guts to take Hardin Group

Jordan raised an eyebrow as his gaze settled on Sam's gentle smile. He had encountered his fair share of duplicitous businessmen—those with dark hearts, aggressive tendencies, or deeply buried schemes. But to Jordan, Sam was nothing more than a fool. "Mr. Sam, I thought you only had one brother?" Jordan narrowed his eyes. "And isn't that Mr. Elijah? Since when did you and Uriah become so chummy?"Elijah's barely out of the picture, and yet here you are, toasting drinks and forming alliances. It seems your so-called 'brotherly bond' with him wasn't all that deep." Sam had always harbored a hidden resentment toward Elijah. For years, he had quietly hated him. He kept this dark feeling hidden because he knew he was a failure, reliant on Elijah's protection and care for the rest of his life.So, he had to play a part, pretending to be someone he wasn't.The truth was, he knew deep down that he was already mentally disturbed, a parasite hiding in the shadows.Uriah and Elijah s