A Journey from Bitterness to Truth

Chapter 98

Alone witness might be mistaken, two could be bought off, but with so many eyes on the scene, the thought of bribery became absurd. If even one person remained

unbought, the story would crumble.

But when every witness told the same tale, it was a sign that no one had been deceived. Otherwise, someone had gone to incredible lengths to buy the silence of every soul in the mall!

The mall was bustling that day, and to keep such a scheme airtight, one would need a photographic memory to recall every face, coupled with the clout to dig up every detail about every person that walked through those doors.

But even now, neither he nor Yvan could pull off such a feat. The idea that they could buy off a crowded mall was as likely as a snowball’s chance in hell.

So, there was only one possibility – they really did see Matilda push her.

Mason shook his head, as if trying to convince someone. “It can’t be. How could this happen?”

Yvan’s eyes before being

the truth had come full circle. Five years later, digging up the past was as tough as

their conversation at the stroke of midnight, bidding. farewell outside Tiger Pub before going their separate ways. Little did they know, their every move was being shadowed by

saw Mr. Boyd and Mr. Farrell leave.”

mingling with the wisps of smoke, and then she laughed alluringly, “Seems like someone’s getting restless. When you cut the grass, you have to dig up the roots. Matilda,

midnight. As he ascended the stairs, he passed Logan’s bedroom, and at the thought of this brat’s distant gaze, he pushed the door open on a whim to steal a

what he saw took him by surprise. Matilda hadn’t left. There she was, dozing

picture of vulnerability.

doorway, before snapping back to reality and retreating to his own room, frustration etching

the Boyd Mansion, albeit accidentally. The man looked down silently; his lashes,

head, the man his face exquisite, his body as sensuous as that of a supermodel’s, hunched over, revealing one of the sturdy dorsal muscles. Water droplets traced the outline of his taut body,