CEO Broke Down and Cried After I Divorced Him by Miss Rich

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Chapter 0163

Suzy's threat didn't elicit the truth from Mark, he remained firm. "The Goodwin family was not involved!!

Mark looked her straight in the eye.

"You said that three years ago, during the assassination attempt, they mentioned the Goodwin family. Have you considered that they may have done that on purpose? They know your strength and might have feared you'd rise again. Pinning everything on my family could have been their way of making us the scapegoat.”

Martin, who had been observing Mark closely, turned to Suzy and said, “Suzy, I think Mark might have a point. Over the years, he may have picked up some less-than-ideal habits in his work, but his conscience is intact-l can vouch for that."

Suzy's gaze shifted between Martin and Mark. It was clear Martin trusted his son deeply. Being his only child and devoted to him, it was natural for Martin to place his faith in him.

Everything that needed to be said had been said, though some things couldn't be openly discussed in Martin's presence.

After a moment's thought, Suzy gave him a warm smile. “Grandpa, it's nearly lunchtime. The kitchen should have the meal ready. Let me walk you back."

in her expression, Martin's worry eased. “Suzy, now that you're my granddaughter, I won't stand idly by while you seek justice—especially if someone is trying to frame

“Send someone to investigate and find out who has the nerve to do such a thing!” Leaving the Goodwin estate, Suzy immediately instructed Allen to place surveillance on Mark. The true purpose of this visit wasn't to force Mark into a confession; it was merely to rattle him. For a crime of that magnitude, he would hardly admit guilt so easily. But to cover his tracks, he'd almost

soon...

was wait

As for the rest...

thought, Suzy decided it was time to meet with

comà indefinitely; prolonged unconsciousness would only

the moonlight, Suzy made her way directly to

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Surrounded by forest and alive with the sounds of

swung open. From within, a deep, modulated male voice called out, “Junior, welcome to my

move; rather, he'd deliberately exposed his location. This address was one he'd chosen to reveal to her; otherwise, even for her, tracking him down would have been

a trap, she had to come-for

to the living room, where a table was already set with tea, pastries, and fruit. “Junior, you must be tired from your journey. Please, sit and rest a