Daniel's face wore a grim expression, his demeanor exuding an overbearing intensity. He resembled a demon emerging from hell, fixing a cold, sharp gaze upon Camila and Owen. In his eyes, there lurked a lethal blade.

“D-Daniel," she stammered. "D-Don't misunderstand, I—"

"So, it's you," he enunciated sharply. "I knew it. Everything is your doing!"

Camila turned pale.

Over the past two days, he had conducted a discreet investigation, delving into the individuals responsible for Maisie's past suffering. The results were unsatisfactory, with numerous inexplicable details.

Daniel had been meticulously analyzing and reexamining the facts.

This lingering mystery had been plaguing him for years. He yearned to identify his daughter's true killer from that fateful day.

Starting with a lead suggesting a hooligan's death from drug addiction, he connected the dots to Owen.

investigations revealed the shocking truth: Owen

voice remained cold. "I'll

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Lily's office with a complex

asked, approaching with a doubtful

handed her the data as she

was visibly

Squire's first book sale has exceeded our expectations significantly! Despite minimal PR, it gained

copies have been sold. Numerous booksellers are inquiring, and the printing house just called to ask if we're

guard and struggled to collect her

cautious about the book's success and had opted to print only 50,000 copies. Little did she

this success. Sign the necessary documents swiftly," Lily directed, her orders precise. "Instruct the printing house to

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