Landon's eyes darkened at those words. "You dialed the wrong number. If it's an emergency, call the police. I don't deal with that."

Call the police? Sylvia couldn't possibly do that.

After all these years of being with Preston, she wasn't totally innocent either. If she called the police, they would dig up her secrets, and she would inevitably end up in prison.

"Landon! Preston has gone mad! H-He killed your grandfather!" Sylvia hoarsely shouted.

Landon was stunned, abruptly turning around. Every inch of his face tensed up tightly, his heart pounding fiercely against his chest.

"What did you say? Say it again!"

"Just last night... Preston arranged to meet Cornelius at Primrose Manor. When I found out, I followed him there to discuss my divorce with Cornelius.

"But I saw with my own eyes Preston and Frank dragging out two body bags from the villa. I even heard Preston tell Frank to clean up the bodies of Cornelius and his secretary!"

was so scared. I turned around and ran, but they saw me! They must have seen my car and

me! If he dares to kill his own father, there's

the bodies?" Landon's mind was in turmoil. Even his voice

West... He told Frank to take the

further, he turned and swiftly disappeared into the

but he couldn't hear anything. He

his crimson eyes, scenes of

if he was the only one

in

him outdoors when he was young, often because

Cornelius was the one

had bought him his first

his name was

hands are either red or black. I'm tired of it. From now on, I hope the Harper family can take the right path. I hope my grandson will have

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