"Based on my experience, Max probably knows that you're monitoring or investigating him," Steven said gravely, looking at me. "He's highly intelligent and has better counter-surveillance abilities than we imagined. He might know more than we think."I smiled lightly, unsurprised. "I've been expecting this day to come. If Max were a fool, he wouldn't have fooled me for so long."Steven asked, "What do you plan to do now, Ms. Middleton? You're in great danger."I chuckled, "Haven't I always been in danger?"Steven replied, "You still manage to joke in this situation. You're truly impressive."I said, "I have no choice but to take things as they come. Or maybe I'll just go with the flow."Steven asked, "Is there anything I can do to help?"I nodded, "Actually, yes.""Tell me.""Max drugged the milk he gave me with some kind of psychotropic substance. I suspect he wants to send me to a psychiatric hospital. Can you check if he's been in contact with any such places recently? And f
"I will think it through. Mr. North, this is my last chance, and I have to seize it. But I'm not reckless; I know my limits, which is why I need your help. I know you have extensive connections and resources."Steven shook his head, "Ms. Middleton, please do not place me on a pedestal. If Ms. Smith were to find out, she would be furious—she is my most important client. Nevertheless, I will help you with this, without any additional charges. Your husband, I mean Max, is truly a shitty person.""You are a true friend!""I will take care of arranging the phones and the bodyguards. If you need anything else, just let me know."After pondering for a moment, I asked Steven, "Have you ever... been involved in a kidnapping?"Steven looked shocked, "Ms. Middleton, we do not engage in illegal activities.""I am not asking you to actually kidnap anyone, just to intimidate them," I explained seriously. "Max's mother is a fierce old lady, but she's all bark and no bite. Without Max's support,
Even Steven couldn't hold back his laughter, and I couldn't help but chuckle as well. "That's exactly how Annie is—aggressive, rude, selfish, and mean. Max used to complain to me about how difficult it was for his mom to raise him. Looking back now..." I sighed deeply, recalling my encounters with Annie. "The house belongs to Cindy, right? The property management must have contacted her. How does she handle the embarrassment that Annie causes?" I asked."That's what I wanted to tell you. Since Annie moved in, Max has only visited her twice. One of those times was because of the flower incident. The property management did contact Cindy, but do you think she dealt with Annie? According to our surveillance, she hasn't even seen her yet. Max was the one who went to handle it. When he arrived, Annie was still sitting on the ground, clutching the flowers and throwing a tantrum. She got Max all muddy. He had to apologize and make amends. It was quite a scene."Steven continued, "Do you thi
Steven said, "The elderly couple was furious. The old lady couldn't hold back and called Annie crazy, telling her to get lost. Annie pointed her finger at the old lady's face and yelled, 'Who do you think you are? My son bought this house for me!' Then she spat on the old lady's face. Just thinking about it makes me sick. They started fighting, and a neighbor called the police. The old man shielded his granddaughter while the old lady got slapped twice by Annie. The police came, and Max had to handle it. He wanted to settle it with money, but the old couple insisted on pressing charges. Max had no choice but to make a public apology in the newspaper, saying it was his fault and that his mom was a radical thinking sexist from living in the countryside. He claimed he couldn't control her but would clean up her mess."I could imagine Max pleading, just like when he used to tell me his mother would never change. Stuck with a mom like Annie, he must have felt trapped, unable to escape her
On the day we went to Cintail Mountain, I sent a message to Stephen, asking him to be prepared to handle my case—or maybe even multiple cases. However, Stephen must have been too busy because he didn't reply to my message. Stephen is very reserved and doesn't talk much. We communicate even less than I do with Taylor. But I understand, since Stephen is a top lawyer at a prestigious law firm and doesn't personally handle trivial matters. Taylor, his assistant lawyer, communicates with me on his behalf.Cintail Mountain is over 90 miles away from Johnsonville.Max drove us in the luxury car I had given him. He was in a good mood, playing Koji Tamaki's "Don't Leave Me" the entire way.As we approached the entrance to Cintail Mountain, Max asked, "Jen, do you remember this song?"I smiled lightly and replied, "Of course. It was our first Christmas together. You learned to sing it just for me."Max smiled nostalgically and said, "Jen, wouldn't it be wonderful if we could go back to the
I thought to myself, this guy seems to have a clear understanding of himself, some self-awareness. However, I couldn't be so direct. I had to maintain appearances. So I responded, "You shouldn't underestimate yourself."Max smirked and scoffed.I continued, "You still haven't told me what happened between you and Luke."Max sneered, "There's not much to tell. I simply dislike him. It's like they say: two tigers can't live on the same mountain. What I want, no one else can have. It's just... anything he likes, I can like too, and I can have it."Considering Max's words, I suddenly realized that he was determined to confront me. He didn't even care about revealing his true nature anymore.At that time, I thought Max was referring to the fact that Luke had become my father's Ph.D. student.I said, "So you still haven't gotten over my dad not choosing you as his Ph.D. student. But wasn't Professor Xander good? After my dad passed away, she immediately became the dean. And didn't you
Max responded, "The deepest part is about two meters, so normally, it shouldn't be dangerous. There are both deep and shallow areas. But..."I asked, "But what?"Max's voice turned eerie, "But accidents can happen."As I looked at the pool earlier, I couldn't help but imagine. If tonight I can't get him to confess about our daughter's death and his financial transfers, maybe I should drug him, drag him to the pool at night, and drown him.After all, Max is a tall man, over six feet and about 150 pounds. If I tried to fight him while he's awake, I'd stand no chance. I'd have to knock him out first. Using a knife or an axe would be too bloody, and I couldn't handle dismembering a body. Disposing of it would be too complicated. I could stuff him into a duffel bag or a suitcase and dump him in the nearby mountains.I wondered if he'd prefer a duffel bag or a suitcase.But I've always been a law-abiding citizen, too scared to even kill a fish, let alone a person. This was just a fleet
Poor facilities don't matter? Ha! His goal must be to let me waste away in misery.Honestly, I bet he doesn't want to spend a single penny. He'd probably rather dump me in the countryside. Haven't you seen those news stories where people are locked in pigsties or cellars for years until they lose their minds? But Max's family home is demolished which he doesn't have the means to keep me hidden. It's too complicated to cover it up.If I escaped, his good days would be over.Steven said, "Ms. Middleton, you need to be very careful. Since Max didn't pay the room deposit, he must have other plans. Stay alert. I've arranged the bodyguards and everything you asked for with Wendy's ex-boyfriend."I nodded, "Thank you."Steven sighed, "No need to thank me. I'm worried about you. If things go south, call the police immediately. Ms. Middleton, please remember that as long as you're alive, there's hope. Your safety is the most important thing."I felt reassured, "I will."After hanging up,