Captivated by the Ruler of the Underworld

Chapter 378 The Harrison Family's Enemies

Susanne quickly pieced it together and zeroed in on the key point. "Mom, you said the most important evidence at the financial summit was Dad's own confession?" Zoe nodded. "Your father is just as confused. He'd never say those things.

"Wouldn't that be like walking into a trap? But that voice was definitely Dad's."

It struck Susanne what happened on Monday morning. Her eyes widened. "Mom, do you remember that Monday when you and Dad were lying on the living room floor?" Zoe thought for a moment, her memory a bit hazy. "That day, I was scared, and then your dad and I just..."

As Zoe pondered, she suddenly realized her memories from later that day were completely blank. She hadn't been drinking, ruling out any possibility of sudden amnesia.

Thinking of this, Zoe raised her hand to cover her mouth. She thought, 'Could it really be the ghost coming back to help? The white figure outside the window-could it be Amanda? Or maybe Flora?'

Susanne had no idea what Zoe was thinking. She held Zoe's hand, recalling the strange scene of the two lying in the living room, and concluded, "Someone from Starlit Group came in that day. As for how they got Dad to talk, there must be something strange about it."

Zoe suddenly looked at Susanne, furrowing her brows. "But it shouldn't be. Flora is dead, Amanda is dead, Grace and Enrique are dead. Besides, Starlit Group is such a big corporation; why would they bother with our Harrison family?" More questions surfaced.

couldn't fathom it, but she was certain. "Starlit

thought, 'And that person

can I seek revenge, to retaliate against the mockery of the Harrisons' downfall and the

how she would navigate her future life, feeling she was already being

sentenced to death, and his wife Zoe and daughter Susanne were not

knew whether he would feel hurt if he found

was shining brightly, and seagulls were flying in flocks over the sea, creating a peaceful

her chin on one hand, her eyes closed in rest. The slender but frail Steven Harris was kneeling beside her, massaging her legs gently at times and firmly at

soft, lingering sigh of

dressed in black was trembling as he reported the internal affairs of

her sinister gaze fixed on the subordinate. She abruptly

against his head,