Semua Bab The CEO Who Searched the World for Me: Bab 11 - Bab 20

Furious, Tristan stormed into the surveillance room and immediately pulled up the footage from the day the painting arrived. The video clearly showed Nicole cutting the painting, removing her portion, then carefully rewrapping it and placing it back in its original spot. The moment he saw the footage, Tristan’s voice trembled with disbelief. "No... no, this can’t be. Nicky wouldn’t do something like this." A housekeeper nearby quickly tried to console him. "Maybe Mrs. Ford didn’t like the painting? Perhaps she thought it made her look bad?" "Yes... yes, that must be it," Tristan muttered, grasping at the excuse. "When she comes back, we’ll have a new one painted, something even better." But where was she now? He stood up and stumbled back to their bedroom, only to find that even the bed was gone. "Where’s the bed? Where’s our bed?" "Sir, Mrs. Ford asked us to move it downstairs," the housekeeper replied, lowering her head. Something about the situation didn’t feel rig

Lisa said softly, “She said she hated you.” “What?” Tristan froze, a wave of despair washing over him. She hated him? So, she had known all along about what happened between him and Lisa! “And then?” Tristan stared intently at the woman before him, desperate to hear more from her. “That’s all!” Lisa shook her head. Nicole hadn’t said anything else before she died! “That’s impossible. She couldn’t have left with just that one sentence! What else did she tell you?” Tristan questioned Lisa almost manically, his grip tightening. Tears streamed down Lisa’s face as she sobbed, “That’s really all she said!” “Take her back for questioning!” Tristan slowly raised his gaze, his expression blank as he looked at Lisa. “What?” Lisa stared at Tristan in disbelief. “What are you saying, Tristan? Nicole’s death has nothing to do with me! I didn’t push her!” “Whether you pushed her or not, the police will find out. If you’re innocent, they’ll release you.” The police grabbed Lisa.

As expected, the woman couldn’t resist the temptation of money and quickly sent a tip to Tristan. Though Tristan had been deceived multiple times before, the fact that Nicole’s body was never recovered kept him clinging to the hope that she might still be alive. This time, someone had even sent in a blurry photo of a figure seen from behind.Tristan wasted no time and flew straight to Merriton, his nerves on edge at the thought of seeing her again. He couldn’t shake his fears—what if she refused to forgive him? What if she refused to come home with him? He had already made up his mind: if Nicole didn’t forgive him, he wouldn’t return either. He would stay as long as it took, begging for her forgiveness. But when he arrived, the café had a new owner, and the previous one was nowhere to be found. He questioned everyone in the café, showing them the photo. However, no one could confirm if the woman in the picture was Nicole. The Nicole in the photo had long hair, a fair complex

“I only wanted to help. I saw how devastated you were and worried you wouldn’t have the energy to arrange Mrs. Ford’s funeral, so I stepped in to share the burden!”“Lisa Evans! Have I given you too much leeway, making you forget your place in my life?”He raised his hand and gripped her chin tightly, his force so strong it sent sharp pain through her.Lisa saw the murderous intent in his eyes as if he wanted nothing more than to end her right then and there.“Tristan, what are you saying? I really just wanted to help!”“You’re the reason! If it weren’t for you, Nicky wouldn’t be dead! If it weren’t for you, I never would have hurt her!”With a shove, Tristan sent Lisa sprawling to the ground.She stumbled, knocking over the flower arrangements set up for the so-called funeral.The crowd watched in stunned silence, no one daring to utter a word.“Tear it down. Now.”At Tristan’s command, his assistant immediately called for workers to dismantle everything on site.“I’ll say this one mo

Tristan stood motionless, seemingly deaf to the chaos around him. He faced the crowd’s scorn directly as if atoning for his sins. Before long, someone shouted, “The mistress is bleeding!” “Did she just lose the baby from that fall?” “Serves her right!” A warm stream flowed between Lisa’s legs, quickly pooling into a crimson stain on the ground. Terror gripped her heart as she reached out with trembling hands to touch the blood. The warmth on her fingertips and the metallic smell filling the air sent her into a panic. “My baby! My baby! Tristan, please, I’m begging you! Save my baby!” “You deserve this! Why should Miss Snow die while you get to have a child and live happily ever after with Tristan Ford as a family?” “Exactly! Justice has been served. This is your karma! You should be grateful your child is gone. If it had been a girl, she’d grow up to be just like you, a mistress!” The crowd roared in support of Nicole, their anger boiling over, while Tristan remained