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James shrugged. “If he rejects you too harshly, don’t come crying to me.”Lucy spun around angrily. “I won’t! Why are you so sure I’ll lose?”“Because he won’t accept you,” James said evenly.The more certain he sounded, the more determined Lucy became to win Nick over and prove him wrong.She stormed home that evening, skipped dinner entirely, and went straight to shower. But when she came out and glanced at her phone, she nearly exploded.Without even knocking, she burst into James’s study.“James! Have you seen the news?”He looked up, clearly irritated by the interruption. “What news?”“That woman actually hooked up with Nick Paterson!”She shoved her phone in front of him.On the screen was a paparazzi photo: Nick and a woman entering a French restaurant one after the other. The reporter had reportedly waited outside for an hour before the two came out together, laughing and talking. In one of the photos, Nick was reaching out to brush a strand of hair away from the woma

“You probably did your research before coming,” the salesman continued enthusiastically. “When buying a burial plot, the most important thing is the environment. I don’t know who you’re purchasing it for, but no matter who it’s for, the surroundings matter. No one wants to rest in a run-down place, right?”Finally, he paused for breath.Sarah seized the moment and spoke quickly. “I’m not here to buy a plot. I’m looking for someone. Do you know Darryl? Where is he? I need to see him urgently.”The salesman blinked, scratching his head in confusion. “A few days ago, someone else came asking for Darryl. I don’t know what they talked about, but after that meeting, he seemed… off.”A gossipy look crept onto his face. He leaned closer and lowered his voice. “Miss, can I ask what you want with him? You don’t have to tell me everything. Just a little. Maybe I could help.”Sarah glanced at him calmly, then shifted her gaze back across the cemetery grounds. Her tone remained steady.“That’

The detective stepped in smoothly. “Doctor, we came from her birthtown. It’s normal that you haven’t seen us before.”The doctor did not relax. “You won’t be able to see her today. She had an episode earlier. She’s been placed in the treatment room and is currently restrained for her own safety. During treatment, visits are prohibited. Especially under circumstances like this.”The nurse seemed slightly puzzled, but she did not question him.“When will she be taken out of restraints?” Sarah asked.“That depends on her condition,” the doctor replied curtly. “It could be a day or two. It could be a week.”With that, he turned and left, clearly unwilling to explain further.The nurse offered an apologetic smile. “I’m really sorry. I didn’t expect her to suddenly relapse like that. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have brought you in for nothing.”“Does she relapse often?” Sarah asked quietly.The nurse thought for a moment and shook her head. “Not really. She’s been here nearly four years. S

Wanda’s expression turned serious. “Miss, you can ask me anything. But that banquet was nearly four years ago. Many memories are blurred now.”She let out a self-mocking laugh. “To be honest, ever since I was put in this hospital, they’ve had me taking all kinds of medication. My memory isn’t what it used to be.”Seeing how thin she had become, Sarah felt a wave of emotion rise in her chest.“I’ll find a way to get you out of here.”She was beginning to suspect that every servant present that night had met a similar fate. To ensure no rumors leaked, they had simply “dealt with” everyone.“Thank you, Miss.”“Wanda, did anything unusual happen that night? Or did you see anyone strange?” Sarah asked.Wanda thought for a long time before answering slowly. “Nothing particularly strange. Everyone there was from the Sanders family. The only unusual thing was that Mr. Shawn argued with your father.”“An argument? My uncle and my dad?” Sarah frowned.Wanda nodded. “Yes. In all the year

“For the Wilsons?” Old Mr. Wilson sneered. “Anthony, don’t think I don’t know what you’re really after.”“Sir! Please, give me one more chance. I promise I will—”“That’s enough.” Old Mr. Wilson cut him off coldly. “I’m terminating your contract with Wilson Group. In recognition of your years of service, you’ll receive a generous severance payment. Collect it and leave. Immediately.”Anthony fell silent.He had expected this outcome ever since the prison incident. What he had not expected was how quickly it would come.After collecting the payment from finance, he walked out of Wilson Group for the last time. The place he had worked at for over a decade.For the first time in years, he had nothing to do.The emptiness left him disoriented.He sat in his car for a long time, unable to decide where to go. In the end, he chose to drive back to his hometown.On a remote stretch of provincial highway, several cars quietly began tailing him.Anthony glanced in the rearview mirror.