Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption

Chapter 307

Lizetta’s voice trailed off as she too remembered the moment she saw that news article. In the photo, Quinn was bundled up in layers, his face hidden behind a bulky mask.

For a second, she had wondered why someone would cover up so much at such an important and formal business event

Then she thought maybe he had a cold and didn’t want to spread it around. Quinn was always known for being kind–hearted and generous, a real gentleman.

But now, thinking back, could it have been that the person in the photo wasn’t Quinn at

Lizetta looked up at Remington in shock. Remington’s handsome face was pale, his eyes showing an unmistakable pain that he

couldn’t hide

A heavy feeling settled in Lizetta’s heart. Deep down, she had known all along.

Remington would never joke about his best friend’s life. Quinn was truly gone.

“Was that person a stand-in?” she asked, her voice quivering, already knowing the answer.

Remington nodded. “NovaTech Innovations has been the West family’s major focus for the post five years, the comerstone of the West family’s future. Quinn built it from the ground up. His passing at this time would have been devastating for the company. His dad had no choice but to resort to this”

“But hiding the death of the controlling owner, that could be considered a financial crime, couldn’t it?”

West family needs to get through this tough time first. Hiding the death itself isn’t illegal, it’s only if we obtain a considerable illegal benefit and cause significant financial loss that it becomes a crime. We’ll see how things

situation of the West family and felt deeply for

the other wealthy dynasties around Zion City. They

as their only son who had taken over

of the West family. His sudden death at such a young age, especially at a critical moment of the company’s

not things Lizetta could do

manage the rights issues within the West Group and stabilize

Quinn since childhood, felt a

Quinn,

Remington’s waist, her face pressing against his chest.

You should’ve told me

back, leaning down to

up: “Quinn, how did he pass?”

with deep sorrow, as if the sunlight had faded

moment before he spoke in a

that Quinn had been on his way to see him