lissa slowly withdrew her gaze. She didn’t speak, only felt very sad, extrely sad.
After a while, Zachary also drove off.
As the car left the Morgan family mansion, lissa reluctantly glanced out the window at the brightly lit villa.
Tears fell from her eyes, "Without Finn Morgan, I will die... I will feel... my life has no aning."
Thick sadness enveloped her, her lips quivered like autumn leaves, and she could no longer see hope.
Hearing this, Zachary’s heart skipped a beat. He quickly turned to look at his daughter, "Cindy! You must not say foolish things! There’s really no need to do this for a man who isn’t worth it!"
At this mont, the long-silent mother also spoke, "Yes, Cindy, you’re so excellent and beautiful, you’re never short of pursuers. Since there’s no fate with Finn Morgan, why not consider others? Your future will surely be bright."
Zachary added, "You never had him, why love so deeply?"
"Because I haven’t had him, that’s why I’m unwilling!!" lissa scread in a loss of control, feeling like she was about to collapse, "Don’t talk!! Don’t persuade !! Let be alone for a while!!"
The car then beca silent, shrouded in sadness.
Riventhal.
In an apartnt, Monica Usher heard the news that Grace White was dead and worriedly asked again while holding her phone, "Are you sure she’s really dead? Could she be faking it?"
"Sure, they all think it was sudden death," the man said, "They’re notifying the funeral ho now, saying no autopsy is needed."
"No autopsy because she had no relatives, because she wasn’t important," Monica gritted her teeth, "No one cares about her life or death, no one will seek justice for her."
"..." The subordinate knew she harbored deep hatred.
A cold smile appeared on her lips, "Well done."
After speaking, she hung up the phone and stood by the window for a full two minutes before completely regaining her composure.
Tomorrow is the day the two companies’ True Love series new products launch, the final showdown with Justin Kingston.
Monica quickly pulled her thoughts away from Grace White, she’s dead, what else is there to think about?
Thinking about how The Kingston Group will be exposed for selling inferior jewelry tomorrow and how Justin Kingston will be surrounded by a swarm of dia questioning him, she beca excited and invigorated.
She had already taken a bath, Monica took two sleeping pills, and slipped under the covers.
Tomorrow will surely be a beautiful day; she has been looking forward to it!
Night, deepened.
Outside The Verdant Bar.
Upon hearing the bar owner’s sudden death, custors hurriedly left, and the once-busy bar beca empty in an instant.
A hearse from the funeral ho slowed to a halt at the entrance, and several staff mbers got out of the car one after another.
Lydia Ingram, who had just arrived, stood at the front of the bar, the beautiful neon lights illuminating his cold face.
Joe was by his side, their deep eyes fixed on the woman lying motionless on the deck chair inside the bar.
With her hair draped down, Grace White looked very much like soone who had drunk too much.
They had just received the phone call and rushed over; there were many issues to handle today with the True Love series launching tomorrow.
A subordinate ca inside to his side and whispered, "President Ingram, the funeral ho’s car is here."
Lydia Ingram didn’t imdiately respond; his presence was cold and grim.
Joe turned his gaze, "President Ingram, you need to think this through. If an autopsy really uncovers sothing, it will be unfavorable to us as it will blow things out of proportion, and her body surely contains toxic agents."
"I know." Lydia Ingram knew well what the cause of death was.
How could it be just a sudden death without reason?
Three seconds later, Lydia Ingram said to the subordinate beside him, "Let the funeral ho people co in to carry the body."
"Yes, President Ingram."
Thus, Grace White’s death would not be pursued further.
From now on, Lydia Ingram would lay low for a while until everything calms down before doing business again, even though there’s a huge protective umbrella behind, but no emperor’s father can cover the sky with one hand entirely.
Only by being cautious can the boat sail for ten thousand years.
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