“That’s good. Listen carefully, Dad. I’ve about seventy million in my Mom’s bank account. When you get the chance, retrieve it as soon as you can. The amount should be enough for a comfortable retirement.”

“Where did you get the money from?” Taylor was flabbergasted.

“You don’t have to worry about that,” Sharon murmured. “The card is hidden in the pillow in my room and the password is Mom’s birthday. That’s all for now. I’m going to hang up.”

Upon noticing that the phone call was about to span a minute, Sharon rushed to complete her agenda for the phone call. Just as she was about to hang up, Taylor anxiously yelled, “Hold on!”

“What’s wrong?” Sharon asked.

“When is your Mom’s birthday?” Taylor enquired feebly.

heartless man. How

callous personality, Sharon’s

to great lengths when it came to Sharon’s

she let her mother down. Hence, she was strictly unable to tolerate anyone who did her mother

with me. My memory’s failing me these days,” Taylor endeavors to defend himself. “I can’t even recall your sister’s and

a brusque manner, she angrily

it. I’ll remember

It sounded raspy and aged, different from the alluring

“Is Cynthia dead?”

being wiretapped. If the police really wanted to bug

“Yes…”

mention of Cynthia’s demise, Taylor’s voice divulged his inner

the hands of the

growled as she gritted her teeth. “That nasty b*tch deserved to die. Who asked her to commit crimes then pin the

her like that. She’s your sister.” Taylor struggled to tell her

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