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

last night. You obviously love me

her breath warm against his ear. "This is the room Chloe used to live in. Doesn't that make it more exciting?" Anna, that shameless

out! Both of you, get

boiling inside me, but

eyes, though. Instead, there was a trace

we agreed-just last night and

I won't tell anyone. It's not like you're losing out on anything. I just miss

and placed it on her chest.

Luke didn't react like he did last night.

have something to take

my body was forced

I glanced back. Anna had a sullen expression that made her look more

whispered, "Luke, it's a pity Chloe will never come

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

was definitely

was Anna

her pay, but I