The Woman From Hell

So they were about to get married. That was rough.

Based on what Marius said, it was not depression that drove Heather to suicide but something else.

Just as I was thinking about it, Marius continued, "After that, Drover wouldn't divulge the reason to me no matter how I asked. I was still curious at first, but over time, I stopped mentioning it. After all, this is part of Drover's heartache. So be it then. You should be careful too."

"Understood."

Not even Marius knew about Heather's death. It seemed that only Drover and the company were privy to it.

I suddenly caught onto something he said just now. "You said earlier that Heather became popular when she met a benefactor. Who is it?"

When I asked this, Marius hesitated. He looked at me with a dry smile. "The story is over. Why should you care about this little detail?"

Staring into his eyes, it was obvious that Marius did not want to tell me about it.

lips tightly and raised my brow. "Forget it, but this should be easy to find out. I'll just see which company Heather was signed to and I'll be able to

at me with a leering glint. It made me think that if I were to refrain from explaining it to him, he would come up with thousands of

to help him. After interacting with him during this time, I found out that Heather is the root of

her had been stifled since her death, and no one cared about her anymore. It was likely only her friends and family remembered

I could not help sighing, "Finding the cause of Heather's death

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I really can't help you with this matter. Drover is stubborn. He'll get angry the moment I bring it up and come for my head, so I'll leave it to you. I've told you everything I know. It's up to you now, Sis Wan. You can resolve Drover's

so useless during critical moments, but

a bit of information. I also knew that Heather was an artiste signed under Nectarine Entertainment. If I went there, I might be

I went and carried things

nervous was that this was the first time I

I was greeted with a lot

an air of familiarity, but there was no one in it. After a while, a girl