Even after Her Death by Rita Bond

Billionaire Is 8

Roy quickly said, "Mr. Bolton, I've hired over a hundred expert divers and thousands of boatmen. We've done a thorough search from the incident site to downstream, but there's still no sign of Mrs. Bolton." Only then did the tight furrow on Luke's brow relax. He leaned back in his chair, a contemptuous smirk curling at the corner of his mouth. "What did I tell you? She's always been good at putting on a show. That's enough-tell everyone to come back, there's no need to keep looking." Roy still seemed a bit uneasy. "Éven if Mrs. Bolton didn't commit suicide, she's still missing. What if"

"She's probably just hiding out somewhere, throwing a tantrum. No need to worry. Once she's done sulking, she'll come back."

After hanging up the phone, Luke stared at the picture of us on his desk, lost in thought.

It was taken when I was 17, right after we played tennis together. The sun was shining, and I was smiling so brightly.

I could see the nostalgia in Luke's eyes.

How laughable. Nostalgia? For the old me?

The very person who took my smile away was him-my executioner!

"Luke!" Anna's voice interrupted.

She locked the door behind her and sat straight onto Luke's lap.

push her away. "Anna, stop fooling

last night. You obviously love me too, so why are you pretending to

used to live in. Doesn't that make it more exciting?" Anna, that shameless

out! Both of you, get

all my might, rage boiling inside me, but they

was no lust in Luke's eyes, though. Instead, there was a

we agreed-just last night and

not like you're losing out

spoke, she grabbed Luke's hand and placed it on her chest. "Feel

he did last night. Instead, he pushed

to take care of.

my body was forced to

had a sullen expression that made her

whispered, "Luke, it's a pity

low that Luke couldn't hear it, but I could clearly see her lips

definitely related to

was Anna who

desperately wanted to pounce on her and make her pay, but I couldn't get closer than nine feet away