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I hope I wasn't unlucky enough to end up working for another entitled rich guy to polish his résumé. Levi stood up with ease, thanking the boss and his colleagues. Having concluded he must have a strong background, I quickly adjusted my mindset despite the bitter feeling in my chest. But to my surprise, he came looking for trouble instead. While thanking everyone, Levi suddenly shot me a glance. I instantly sensed something was off. He said, "I admit I have some shortcomings, but I will work hard to get better. Most importantly, I won't let my abilities compromise my personal morals and character.

I watch as he stretches the paper for me to see, and I can see the words that were written on the paper. "Discover your identity, find out who you truly are, and don't let my sacrifice end up in vain." I read it aloud, and my dad shook his head in approval. Right in front of my eyes, I watched as his body started dissolving, and the room started crumbling. "There won't be another chance, Rey Reed of Smith." My dad yelled at me, and he vanished from sight.

then I opened another page of the book again while the three of them just listened to me. "After that, he vomited blood at the same time and died suddenly, just a few minutes later, his body decomposed. I could not really understand what was happening that night and who could have k*lled him." I said as I looked at Psyche as if I couldn't understand what her reaction was while listening to me. "The only thing about Tyr is that maybe they and your brother did it, or maybe it's the ones who manage the University or maybe not." Zachary suddenly answered and he was right in what he said.

I recorded it all down, and gave the information to Layla. Everything was ready to go. I chose the most special day for myself, my birthday. The day of my birth would also be the last day of my life. I set up a scheme by sacrificing my own life, so that those who scorned life would receive the punishment they rightfully deserved. The day before the plan was to take place, I recorded a video to describe how I would like things to be handled after I was gone. I also expressed my deepest apologies to Layla. When Caleb punched me in the face just as I had planned, I laughed.

Evan smiled, and before anyone could anticipate it, he used the scalpel to stab himself in the heart. Standing beside Evan, I screamed and cried. Countless people walked through me to try and save Evan. Alas, he was indeed an exceptional medical examiner. He knew the fastest way to die. Evan's body continued to twitch slightly. In his final moment, I saw him pointing toward me with his finger. He seemed to have spotted me. Smiling, he closed his eyes, putting an end to the last of his lingering attachment to this world. The situation descended into chaos as another medical examiner shook his head, signifying to Henry that Evan was dead.

“I don’t know whether I will have the chance to try winning over her heart, but I do know that a greedy person who is never content with what he has will end up with nothing.” Then, right before Joshua’s foul expression, Lewis left. Joshua’s face had drained of color because of what Lewis said, and he thought that he had to think of a way to bring Rain back to his side as soon as possible. So, when Rain clocked off work the next day, she ran into Joshua again at the entrance. Rain wanted to leave and ignore Joshua. After all, with Joshua’s prideful personality, he would not chase after her. But Joshua stood in her way and took out a report before handing it to her. “I’m terminally ill, honey

It was the conversation I had secretly recorded the last time Trinity had come to the estate. I had made sure to fully charge the phone before I died. I wanted Nathan to hear, loud and clear, the true nature of the woman he had chosen, the woman he had been willing to let me die for. A long silence followed. His fingers trembled as he reached for the letter. He pulled out the paper inside and began reading. I had written down every detail of how I had saved him back then, every part of the story that Trinity could never know. The more Nathan read, the redder his eyes became.

"I'm sorry, Luna. I ate your sandwich and your mate right in your bedroom, on the bed that you both share. How delicious. "Keep holding yourself back and keep feigning oblivion." Recalling those words in those texts triggered a throbbing pain in my heart. I put my hands over my heart and took deep breaths. It was alright. It would all soon come to an end, and I would no longer be in pain. I picked up my cell phone and placed it, along with the recording pen, on the report I had carefully prepared for Matthew. I believed that this would be an unforgettable gift for Matthew.

The phone slipped from his hand and crashed to the floor. Mom and Dad clutched their chests, sobbing so hard that they nearly fainted. Just then, Edwin noticed a folder inside. Hands trembling, he clicked it open and froze—page after page of sketches filled the screen. They were all the works Esme had claimed as her own. But these weren't finished pieces. They were rough drafts, every line and stroke showing the process behind them. He could hardly breathe. He wondered if all those designs had been mine. The truth struck him like a blow, and when he shared it with Mom and Dad, Mom collapsed on the spot.

she stammered. I stepped into the ward, where Brandon lay under a stark white sheet. Melissa moved to block me, murmuring some excuse about sparing me the pain. However, I was not having any of it. I gently nudged Melissa to the side and drew back the sheet from Brandon's body. There he was, lying on the hospital bed, his cheeks flushed and his face peaceful—hardly the image of a dead man. I shook him and called his name, but he would not stir. Something was off. Without hesitation, I dialed the crematorium. "Hello. My husband has passed, and I need to arrange for his cremation immediately."