"No way!" The other siblings shouted at Kaden.Darren didn't need to speak as everyone glared at Kaden."Stop dreaming! It should be me filling Hannah's display cabinet!" Naomi retorted with her hands on her hips. "Are you lost in your daydreams? You have no achievements to boast about. Don't forget, Hannah's display cabinet is now filled with items thanks to my little tank!" Andrew scoffed as he mocked.Upon his return, he resolved to complete his tasks, striving to earn medals and other accolades as soon as possible. They were all to be presented to Hannah, filling the display cabinet with his belongings!As the siblings quarreled, Anthony watched the scene. A glint of intrigue was in his eyes.Didn't the captain ask him to participate in some competition before coming back?He was set to win a gold medal upon his return. How could he let his younger siblings steal the spotlight?As the siblings bickered, Hannah smiled. While holding the roses, she opened a new gift.Seve
"It was ruled as a suicide." Riley's expression was grim."During the night, taking advantage of the inattentiveness of the prison guards, he used the sharpened end of a toothbrush and stabbed it into his throat, ending his own life.""So, he's dead?" Hannah pondered as she furrowed her brow."How is that possible? Even if he admitted to being guilty, it's just a few years in prison. Why would he choose to end his own life?"Although they had only met briefly, Hannah had a rough understanding of the man.He was a laborer in construction, somewhat opportunistic and driven by profit.Rumor had it he got entangled in gambling debts, suffered countless beatings, and brought misery to his wife, children, and mother.He lived in a damp basement, barely scraping by.This man was selfish and self-centered. Such individuals would usually fear death. How could he contemplate suicide?"Even I find it suspicious. We investigated but found nothing unusual," Riley said, adjusting his glasse
Having been trapped by recordings twice, Misty had truly learned her lesson. Even when discussing matters privately with Jessica, she refused to leave any trace."Suicide? Seriously?" Jessica burst into laughter, her voice oozing sarcasm."We're not exactly saints. Don't we all understand people like him? People like him are greedy, addicted to gambling, selfish, and have no moral boundaries!"You, me, and him are all the same! None of us would ever think of death when we can live—not to mention stabbing ourselves with a sharpened toothbrush!"How painful could that be?Just the thought of it sent shivers down her spine and raised goosebumps on her skin."Does he even deserve to be lumped together with me?" Misty expressed disdain, a hint of disgust in her eyes. In truth, deep down, Jessica wasn't very different.Jessica scoffed. "Sure! Go ahead and be as arrogant as you like! Since you're keeping your guard up and won't share any details, don't blame me for stepping back."
Who would casually kill someone and then send her such chilling messages as if nothing happened? Even with the revelation of the real culprit, Misty didn't feel relief. Instead, an icy shiver ran through her, sending goosebumps across her skin.It was nothing short of terrifying.Unfortunately, the person on the other end was well aware of her thoughts as her phone continued to buzz."Feeling scared, my dear? What can I do? I wouldn't want you to be afraid of me. Will you still be as sweet even when frightened? I miss you, my adorable girl," the messages read.Each sentence reflected in Misty's wide, fear-dilated pupils. Attempting to scream proved futile for her. It was as if extreme fear robbed her of the ability to make any significant noise or movement.Her thoughts moved sluggishly. Her body felt rigid. Even the simplest actions, like shifting her gaze, became an arduous task.After a moment, she managed to overcome the stiffness in her fingers and typed with considerabl
"Watch out for the broken porcelain, my girl. It's okay to get angry, but I'll be sad if you get hurt."Was this person monitoring her?Could he see her every move?Staring at the shattered teapot in the corner, Misty felt a cold sensation from the soles of her feet to her scalp. She stared blankly with wide eyes, unable to react.Was this person the devil?"Who are you? Come out! Stop hiding! Where are you?" Unable to contain herself, she shouted into the air, frantically searching every corner of the living room as if she had gone mad.The maid had already distanced herself due to Misty's furious outburst.She was the only person present in the entire living room, making the situation even more terrifying.Her face turned pale, and her mind felt like it was on the verge of breaking. "Come out, show yourself!"She was terrified.It was as if there were omnipresent eyes somewhere, watching her and observing her madness and fear.Displaying a gaze of joy, the watcher se
How could Misty explain this?If she told the truth, Cedric would know about the man who died in prison. He absolutely couldn't let anyone know that she genuinely wanted to kill Ramona and had taken action to make it happen.However, maintaining silence felt somewhat off."Misty? What are you thinking?"Seeing her lost in thought, Cedric felt helpless and gently tapped her nose.His sharp eyes fixed on her face as he whispered, "In the haven of my embrace, how can your thoughts stray?""I … I'm not thinking about anything …" Misty's eyes shimmered as she adopted a tender pose, resting against his chest and murmuring, "Cedric, why did you come here?"She caught a faint scent—like the roses that bloomed in the manor. It had a strong presence without being overwhelming, adding a touch of charm.Her expression suddenly darkened, and a hint of resentment surged in her eyes.This was definitely not the fragrance Cedric usually used.She knew the mixture of tobacco and cologne
"You miss me or just miss having me in bed?" Cedric dismissed the odd feeling within him as he laughed lightly.He effortlessly lifted her up, smirking, "My dear, you brought this upon yourself."As they exchanged kisses, the pair entered the Emerson manor, heading straight upstairs.The accompanying bodyguards and drivers exchanged subtle glances, opting to stay silent and avoid delving into their employers' private matters.…Meanwhile, Andrew proudly led Hannah through a bustling shopping mall. His face radiated satisfaction. His time off was limited, and he needed to reserve some for their impending wedding. Soon, he'd be back at the military academy.His victory over his siblings afforded him the opportunity to take Hannah out."Did you drag me out just to go shopping? In the academy, everything is standardized. You can't bring these things back," Hannah said as she looked at him.In the academy, military life dictated everything. From food to clothing, it was all unif
Andrew complained, "You look fantastic in anything. You can mix and match every day. It'd be perfect."Not allowing him the chance for extravagance, Hannah made her selections independently.Suddenly, a voice rang out, "Ms. Emerson."The voice was soft and fragile with a touch of sorrow.Just hearing the voice made Andrew involuntarily shiver.Impatience furrowed his brow as he glanced in the direction of the voice.Now, he stood tall, his well-toned muscles emanating a reassuring strength. While he had initially carried a fierce and aggressive demeanor, the added vitality from his military experience gave him a formidable presence.When he came face to face with Catherine, he unintentionally sent a shiver down her spine with just his gaze. As she felt his eyes on her, her face paled slightly, and she took a step back.Seeing her, a hint of coldness appeared in Hannah's eyes.She was flooded with unpleasant memories, particularly the chilling moments from her past life.