Chapter 155
Author: Poen Konnet
last update2025-08-25 23:48:05

The night had grown eerily still after the chaos. The men in black melted into the shadows, their footsteps fading into the darkness as quickly as the gunfire had erupted.

They didn’t linger—they didn’t need to. From the moment the bullets struck the two women, both collapsing in helpless silence, they were certain the job was done.

The leader, Victor Kane, gave a curt nod, his face emotionless as he confirmed what he saw.

Charlotte’s picture had been burned into their minds, and though the scene had unfolded quickly, they were confident one of the fallen was her.

Without hesitation, Victor pulled out his phone, snapping a blurred image of the bodies sprawled across the grass.

The garden, moments ago peaceful, was now a battlefield of silence.

He pressed send and tucked his phone away, already thinking of the fat sum Harry had promised.

Miles away, Harry’s phone buzzed. His trembling fingers opened the message.

There it was—a single image of two lifeless women crumpled on the gro
Continue to read this book for free
Scan the code to download the app

Latest Chapter

  • Chapter 194

    One after another, company representatives had been called to give their speeches, and now, it was Charlotte’s turn.“Next on stage,” the Master of Ceremonies announced, “Charlotte Brooks, representing Elysian Bloom.”Charlotte rose with quiet confidence. Her dark navy suit fit her perfectly, crisp and sharp, but what stood out even more was her calm composure. As she walked towards the podium, the murmur of the crowd died down. All eyes turned to her. She placed her hands on either side of the podium and gave a small, steady smile.“Good afternoon, distinguished guests,” she began. Her voice carried with surprising strength across the wide auditorium. “We often talk about beauty as if it belongs only to grand architecture or priceless art. But true beauty is not just about walls or furniture—it is about how a space breathes life into people. Interior design without human warmth is nothing more than decorated emptiness. What matters is how we create spaces that heal, inspire, an

  • Chapter 193

    The conference venue in Elleville City brimmed with life that morning. The vast hall shimmered under chandeliers that glowed like captured stars, and the air buzzed with an intoxicating mix of anticipation and power. Every corner of the sprawling compound spoke of wealth—sleek security patrols, sharply uniformed ushers guiding guests, and a car park that looked like a parade of luxury: polished Bentleys, Rolls-Royces, and the latest hypercars gleamed under the sunlight.From the gates to the entrance, the scene was a blend of grace and grandeur. Men in tailored suits and women draped in designer gowns stepped onto the crimson carpet, their confidence evident in every stride. The very air seemed to announce that only the influential, the rich, and the famous had gathered there. Conversations flowed in hushed tones, laughter mingled with business whispers, and camera flashes sparkled intermittently as journalists tried to capture the essence of the moment.Yet amidst all this, Loga

  • Chapter 192

    The vehicle glided along the long stretch of road that led to their home.Inside, the atmosphere was far from calm. Barbara sat rigidly at the back, her face flushed with indignation. She had been stewing in silence for a while, but her thoughts refused to stay bottled up. Finally, she erupted, her voice sharp and trembling with fury.“I cannot believe it,” she lamented, her words heavy with disbelief. “After everything we have done for that family… after every single sacrifice, every ounce of loyalty we’ve shown—Grandma Sullivan dares to turn her back on us! Can you imagine? Heartless doesn’t even begin to describe her.”Her eyes glistened with tears of anger, her fists tightening against her lap.John, seated beside her, reached out and placed a steadying hand on her arm. His tone, though weary, was calm. “Barbara, enough. It won’t do you any good to keep tearing yourself apart over this. She’s gone. Dead. No amount of shouting will change what she did or didn’t do.” He shook h

  • Chapter 191

    The air inside the Sullivan mansion the following morning was heavy with tension. Every branch of the family had been summoned to hear the long-awaited reading of Grandma Sullivan’s will. The old woman’s wealth was no small matter—her fortune stretched across lands, estates, and investments that most families could only dream of.John adjusted his tie uncomfortably as he entered the grand hall with his wife and children.The glittering chandelier above threw cold light over the polished mahogany table where all the Sullivans and their relatives had gathered. Though the room was full, silence weighed on everyone. Each person carried the same mixture of anticipation and unease.John’s heart pounded. For decades, he had been by Grandma Sullivan’s side. Adopted as a boy, he had grown to believe she regarded him as her own blood. She had always introduced him to others as “my son,” and he had never questioned her sincerity. Today, he hoped for confirmation of that love, for recogni

  • Chapter 190

    Logan sat in his study, the dim lamp’s glow casting sharp shadows against the walls. He had just sent out the urgent message that every member of the Sullivan family must gather. His words had been clear: I have secrets to reveal before it is too late. If the one behind these acts is not exposed, the Sullivans will face darker days than ever before.But when Carter and the other arrogant relatives received it, they had laughed. Carter, as usual, was the loudest voice of mockery.“Look at him,” Carter scoffed to his cousins. “A useless son-in-law, clinging onto Grandma’s memory. Now that she’s gone, he knows his days are numbered in this family. He’s scrambling, throwing out talk of ‘secrets’ and ‘exposure’ to seem important.”The others nodded in agreement. To them, Logan was no more than a shadow—someone tolerated only because of Grandma Sullivan’s protection. With her gone, he was an afterthought.And so, one by one, they dismissed his request. None of them turned up.Yet Logan

  • Chapter 189

    Now that Grandma Sullivan was gone, a chilling uncertainty began to seep into the hearts of the Sullivans.News of her death spread swiftly beyond Elleville, reaching her two sons from a former marriage who lived in a distant part of the country. The moment they heard, they packed their belongings and relocated without hesitation, settling into homes not far from the Sullivan mansion. They had not been strangers to their mother in her lifetime—though distance had separated them, she had kept communication alive, ensuring that bonds were never completely severed.But their arrival in Elleville was not purely from grief. Beneath their mourning cloaks lingered expectation. They knew their mother, perhaps more than others did, and they understood the seriousness with which she approached matters of inheritance. She had lived her life openly declaring that no child of hers—whether from her first marriage or the second—would ever be forgotten. Thus, the brothers anticipated the readin

More Chapter
Explore and read good novels for free
Free access to a vast number of good novels on MegaNovel app. Download the books you like and read anywhere & anytime.
Read books for free on the app
Scan code to read on App