Chapter 13
“Tracy Davis, the evidence of your father’s crimes was delivered to me by you yourself.”
“Impossible! You’re lying…” Her voice faltered, but her expression shifted as she remembered. Her eyes widened in realization, and her throat tightened.
That day, eager to ride in the same luxury car as Charles, she had casually mentioned her father’s dealings, unknowingly drawing Charles‘ attention.
“My father’s important documents are hidden in the secret compartment beneath the floorboards of the wine cellar.”
“Victoria Winston, I’ll get you for this!”
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She said, then suddenly grabbed the wine bottle from the table and charged at me.
Before she could get close, Charles stopped her.
Seeing the situation was hopeless, Tracy screamed hysterically, “Charles, you’re throwing away everything we’ve built! After all my father has done for you, this is how you repay us?!”
“I curse you, may you die alone, never finding true love!”
Charles tried to speak, but I turned and walked away. As I left the hall, Christopher appeared, casually twirling a car key, his grin wide and unbothered.
“Now that was a show! My heart’s still racing” he teased, stepping closer. “You
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should really think about having a boyfriend. What about me? Look at my looks, my status -I’m the only heir in my family. I don’t play
games like Charles. I won’t betray you. Think about it.”
Instead of his usual flippant attitude, he began sending lavish gifts to my company- custom–designed jewelry, rare art pieces, and even exotic flowers.
An invitation to a prestigious art exhibition arrived, and my best friend and I decided to attend. But out of nowhere, an explosion rocked the venue, sending debris flying and creating chaos.
As the heavy walls crumbled, I threw myself in front of my friend, taking the brunt of the impact. A sharp searing pain coursed through my side.
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Thick smoke filled the space, the air growing heavy and suffocating.
“Get help! Someone, please!” Panic spread like wildfire, and my vision began to fade. Just as I thought I couldn’t hold on any longer, a familiar, invigorating mint scent swept through the smoke.
In my dazed state, it felt like I was reliving that near–death experience from three years
ago.
That person picked me up. “Who are you?”
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