Funeral

"Alright, thank you, goodbye."

After the call ended, Arthur put down the phone and told the person next to him, "It's not her."

His subordinate marked an asterisk next to the foreign phone number, indicating that it had been checked and did not pass.

Nearly two months had passed since Lola had fallen off the cliff. At that time, they had only found one of her shoes, some strands of her brown hair, and fragments of her clothing.

Besides that, there was nothing. There was no trace of her body; perhaps it had sunk to the ocean floor with the waves that day, or maybe it had been swallowed by a lurking shark in the depths of the sea.

Caesar never publicly announced the news, as it seemed he couldn't accept the fact that Lola was dead.

Arthur had already come to terms with the truth that Lola had died.

No one had gone to save her; the only person who had tried to rescue Lola had been imprisoned. Caesar found a retreat order on his phone. Even Lola's companions had given up on her, so how co