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.

shocking truth: Owen and

voice remained cold. "I'll interrogate

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before Lily's office with a complex expression of

asked, approaching with a doubtful

her the data

visibly shocked.

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was caught off guard and struggled

print only 50,000 copies. Little did

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