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Zack had no choice but to keep his mouth shut and go back to his work. Back when I was three years old, John found out that Wendy Sawyer, my mother, had remained in contact with her first love. Hence, he firmly believed I was not his. The fatherly love I enjoyed disappeared since then. I was curious. Would John be upset if he knew that body was mine? At the end of the work day, John had carefully put the ancient corpses away. Then, he happily went to the market to buy groceries. The food he bought was all meat and Fred's favorites. He had completely forgotten about the headless corpse.

The kitchen flowed seamlessly into the dining area, and everything looked so new, almost untouched. “How come this place looks so new?” I asked, unable to hide my curiosity. John shrugged. “Well, it’s mine,” he said casually. “I planned to move in because of Diane, so it’s still mostly unused.” I hesitated before speaking, choosing my words carefully. “Can I ask you something that’s been on my mind, John?” He nodded. “Sure.” I took a deep breath and met his gaze. “ You claimed that you don't love Diane anymore, If you don’t love Diane, then why are you still with her?”

“I know you own this space car, so I want to make a deal. I cannot leave that place as often as I need to, but I want to start a business. If today goes well, I will give you a house, feed you, and your wife can help teach kids in my sector. You can help with security and deliveries.” The guard stared at her because every word sounded impossible, but the potato in his hand was proof he could taste. In the book, John had been a good man. Even after he lost his family to madness, he still tried to protect Vera when he could. The original story had not rewarded him for it. It had simply crushed him and moved on. Vera remembered that, and right now she wanted to give something back to one of the

Chapter 54: Coup d'état GREG EVANS The thought of John getting everything I ever wanted made my blood boil. It always had. Ever since we were kids, he was the golden son—our father’s favorite, the one who could do no wrong. He was willed the whole estate and I was left with nothing but I'll reclaim everything that belonged to me. John thought I was gone—back abroad, back in hiding but I just stayed away from him and his daughter. I'm still in the city and I'll get what was mine.

It had been two months since she had last stayed here, yet nothing in the room had been moved. She took a shower and lay down on the bed. Being back in this room gave her a strange feeling. She thought she would not be able to sleep, but she dozed off not long after lying down. She even dreamed about John. In her dream, John was treated terribly at home. His grandfather was harsh while his parents kept comparing him to others and demanding that he be the best. Solomon, his older brother, watched coldly from the side and schemed against him. John was bruised and miserable, yet he kept pushing forward.

“Why can’t you use your brain for once? How do you expect us to get anything if he dies?” Wyatt frowned. “I didn’t know he was this weak. And even if he dies, Uncle will still make things happen.” John flinched at the word uncle. So that was it. Even in his fading state, John understood one thing clearly now—He knew exactly who was behind all of this. Johanna rubbed her temple in frustration. “That’s enough for now. We give him time to recover. Then we—” She stopped mid-sentence as gunshots erupted from outside.

"I feel like puking already. Don't remind me. I had no choice; that was why, but I'm moving out of your house." After speaking, she took her belongings and left the house. Afterward, she ordered a cab to take her to John's house. As he came out of his house, John saw Debby standing by the gate. "What do you want?" he asked. "Well, I've gotten rid of the pregnancy like you asked," she replied. "So what do you want?" "Please, John, you know that I love you..." Debby trailed off. "Shut up!" John interrupted angrily. "All I asked was for you to play a simple role, but you went there and began to blab your mouth."

Lala froze, then screamed, “No! I’m already married to your uncle. Even if he’s out of the picture, I will never end up with an unreasonable man like you, John.” She turned and walked to the door. As she opened it to leave, John’s underlings blocked her way. John ordered them, “Let her go.” They stepped aside and she left. John remained kneeling, unmoving, for ten minutes. One of his underlings asked with concern, “Are you alright, boss?” John got to his feet and replied in a sorrowful voice, “She rejected me. She doesn’t want me…” He drove to the outskirts of the city and leaned against his car, smoking. He kept muttering, “She rejected me. She rejected me. She doesn’t want me. She chose my

“You were the one who insisted on marrying Summer back then. And you’re the one who turned things into this disaster. Your father and I have never interfered with your little affairs outside, but your stupidity lies in forgetting the reputation of our family!” “That’s impossible!” John’s eyes bulged as he gripped the death certificate. “Summer can’t be dead! You’re lying to me! I’m going to find her!” He rushed toward the door like a madman. Deborah simply waved her hand. “Let him go. He’ll never accept the truth for himself until he sees it.” John stumbled back to the abandoned rooftop. There was no one there. The large pool of blood on the floor had dried. The stain looked horrifying. Star

“John is not someone with whom anyone would like to mess with. One wrong move and everything is over. He had killed his own family for money. As per record, his wife, Ava Shroff was a wonderful and kind lady, but he killed her for her power and money. He became powerful along with time but he is still a beggar because as per his wife’s will, his wife’s property will be inherited to his daughter only after her marriage.” . I was trying to grab everything very carefully. . “Anyway, leave all this. Tell me, how is my nephew doing?”, He asked, completely changing the topic. This is not done. . “He is doing great.”, I answered quickly. “Between, please continue what you were saying before. I mean