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Winter’s drowsiness vanished in an instant. She sat straight up in bed.Her long hair fell over her shoulders, covering most of her face. She took several deep breaths, then pushed her hair back and rubbed her face hard.Jacob was trash. Whether he lived or died had nothing to do with her.Before she exposed what was happening inside his club, Jacob and his group of so-called friends had ruined the lives of countless young men and women. A scumbag like him deserved no pity.But the timing was too perfect. Steve had just offered to take care of Jacob for her this morning, and less than half a day later, Jacob was dead.She couldn’t help linking the two together.Murder.A chill spread through her body.She pulled the blanket tightly around herself, opened her contacts, found Steve’s number, and called him.The phone rang twice before he picked up.“Winnie?”His voice on the other end was low and slightly hoarse with sleep. “Do you have any idea what it costs to wake a man up

Winter followed her colleagues into the club. She knew the owner of this particular establishment. He was Dominic Lynch, one of Chris’s closest friends.In Liono City, most of the high-end nightlife spots were owned by the Lynch family. Nocturne was one of their flagship venues.“Grab a seat, everyone,” Sam called out, waving them over to the reserved booth. “Order whatever you like. It’s on me.”It was a prime booth they had reserved in advance. On most nights, this particular spot was usually impossible to book, even with weeks of notice.“I just hope certain people with trash tolerance have some self-awareness tonight. If you can’t drink, don't try to be a hero,” Wendy said lightly from across the table, casting Winter a casual glance. The comment was barely disguised.Everyone in the news department knew Winter couldn't hold her liquor, but they also knew she loved a good crowd. She was far too bold for her own good. If someone offered a drink, she would drink without hesita

The car was warm inside. Winter had taken off her coat at the club, and even though she was dressed lightly, Chris had wrapped her tightly in his overcoat. She didn’t feel cold at all.The warmth soaked into her, and the alcohol hit her all at once.After blurting out that question, her head started to sway. Then a large, firm hand came up behind her head and gently guided her to lean back.Her head rested lightly against Chris’s chest. Her cheeks were flushed, and in the dim light, her long lashes looked heavy and damp, as if she had been weeping in her sleep.She kept mumbling the same word, over and over.“Divorce… divorce…”“Just how much did you drink?” His voice was low, almost a rumble.Winter’s eyes drooped as she muttered something under her breath.“What did you say?” he asked.Chris pinched her chin and lifted her face. “You can’t even get your words out straight, and you’re still talking nonsense.”To his surprise, she slapped his hand away. Her head bobbed up and

When Winter woke up, daylight was already streaming in through the windows.She tried to sit up, only for a sharp headache to hit her. She pressed a hand to her forehead and fell back onto the bed. If the club hadn’t belonged to Dominic, she would have suspected she had been served fake alcohol.But why was she in her room at Blackwood Manor?After she got drunk last night, Wendy had taken her to the restroom. Winter rubbed her temples, trying to piece things together. Aside from Wendy, only scattered fragments surfaced in her memory, all of them involving Chris. As for what they had done or what they had said, she had no recollection at all.Her thoughts stalled. Instinctively, she checked herself. Her body felt normal. She was still wearing the same clothes from yesterday.She lay there for a moment, mind blank. Then she licked her dry lips and reached for her phone to check the time.It was already noon.At least it was Saturday.Just then, the bedroom door opened quietly. M

Winter forced down the wave of bitterness rising in her chest. She parted her lips and took a slow, steady breath.She had already decided to divorce Chris. There was no point sinking back into this kind of self-inflicted misery.Once they were divorced, the intimacy between Chris and Skyla would go far beyond this. Thinking of that, she forced herself to look away. She shifted slightly, angling her body to block Mrs. Xander Sr.’s view.Mrs. Xander Sr. wasn’t feeling well. If she saw Chris and Skyla together, she would surely fly into a rage, which was the last thing her health needed.“Grandma, after your checkup, I’ll take you out for something delicious. We’ll make sure you get your appetite back.”Mrs. Xander Sr., completely unaware, smiled and squeezed her hand. “Good! With you home keeping me company, I already feel better. I feel like I could jump up and down right now.”The image of an eighty-year-old woman “jumping up and down” made Winter laugh despite herself. She stea