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.

the shocking truth: Owen and Camila were the architects of

voice remained cold. "I'll interrogate them

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later, Rachael stood before Lily's office with

approaching with a

handed her the data as

visibly

sale has exceeded our expectations significantly! Despite minimal PR, it gained silent popularity. All

and the printing house just called to ask if we're producing

off guard and struggled to collect her

she had been cautious about the book's success and had opted to print

success. Sign the necessary documents swiftly," Lily directed, her orders precise. "Instruct the printing house to expedite production and ensure the distribution department handles

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