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

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

live in.

out! Both of

boiling inside me,

lust in Luke's eyes, though. Instead, there was a trace of

agreed-just last night and

don't worry, I won't tell anyone. It's not like

she grabbed Luke's hand and placed it on her chest.

like he did last night.

take care of.

body was forced

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

"Luke, it's a pity

that Luke couldn't hear it,

death was definitely related to

was Anna who

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