Chapter 58

Susan Thompson stood before the King Group headquarters, the icy wind cutting through her.

The familiar Lamborghini slowly approached, making her heart clench violently.

"Vincent!"

She waved frantically, her voice hoarse and broken.

The car window rolled down, revealing the face that haunted her dreams.

"Daniel, he—"

Tears blurred her vision before she could finish.

Vincent King's gaze was colder than ice.

"Get lost."

Trembling, Susan pulled a photo from her bag. "Look, this is Daniel—"

The photo was snatched from her hands.

In the next second, it was torn to pieces, fluttering down like snow.

Susan dropped to her knees, desperately trying to catch the falling fragments.

"No—"

Her fingers bled from the sharp edges, but she didn't even notice.

"Vincent, Daniel's last wish—"

"Shut up!"

The engine roared as the car sped past, its wheels grazing the hem of her coat.

A security guard roughly yanked her away. "Stop making a scene here!"

Susan collapsed into the snow.

A child's voice singing Twinkle Twinkle Little Star drifted from the distance, making her curl into herself.

By the time she returned to Willow Lane, she coughed up blood.

The gilded invitation on her bedside table gleamed coldly under the moonlight.

Three days later, the Golden Splendor Hotel was ablaze with lights.

Susan tightened her coat, scanning the crowd for that familiar figure.

At the corner, she suddenly froze.

"Is it done?"

Nicole Capra's voice came from the shadows.

"Relax. That little bastard will never speak again."

The man's words turned Susan's blood to ice.

She clamped a hand over her mouth, nails digging into her palm.

So Daniel's death...

Was no accident!