She Is A CEO

“It’s not convenient for me to intervene, so you can handle it for me,” said Spencer.

Jacob glanced at Spencer, wondering why he had asked him to come forward.

“Forget it,” Spencer said, reading Jacob’s mind, “You’ll see,” he said. “But until then, you have to protect yourself. I can’t help you with Poppy reporting you, but I can help you with something outside the law.”

“That’s enough,” Jacob said with an ingratiating smile, paying no attention to his usual arrogance. He had unwittingly developed a sense of domestication toward Spencer, and he would listen to whatever he said.

But Spencer knew that. He smiled with satisfaction and clinked glasses with Jacob again. “To us, and to all the best.”

“All the best,” Jacob said with a smile.

Early in the morning, just after dawn, Kane woke up. He looked at his phone and realized it was only 6 o’clock. He rarely got up so early.

“Come on, get up.” Kane stretched, got up early, and walked out of the room to find Poppy’s door still closed. He didn’t bother her, but went to make his own breakfast. And two hours passed.

Kane hadn’t been himself these past two days. Perhaps because Poppy’s video, like a suicide note, it made him feel a little out of place, as he watched Poppy’s more relaxed face without feeling any anger.

“Maybe I’m overthinking it,” Kane said in a self-deprecating tone as he finished making breakfast, then went to wake Poppy up for breakfast.

“Poppy, wake up.” Kane knocked on the door, but no one answered, so he knocked again, and the third and fourth time no one answers. Kane sensed something was wrong.

light sleeper. Sometimes he woke her up in

spare key to the guest room. Despite his own rummaging through the drawers, gasped for the key and found

at Poppy’s door, Kane gritted his teeth and knocked again, this time with all his might. He knocked the door so hard that it caused a jolt back, but no one answered.

with the key, and as the door opened, an unusual chill came over Kane’s face. He wondered why he felt

to him. She was still in bed, and just as Kane was about to breathe a

pillow, but now he looked at the

broke out on his forehead. Kane called out to Poppy

respond, like… she

Kane’s heart skipped a step. As he got closer, the stench of blood wafted up

wrong, Kane took a deep breath and reached out his hand to turn

eyes were closed. Her brows slightly furrowed. Her face was covered with dead gray, and ironically, the last color of her life was a bullet hole in the middle of her brow. It was a terrible shade of

noon, police cordoned off Kane’s apartment, which was no

sat on the sofa and was drenched in a cold sweat that couldn’t

the middle of the night. The surveillance cameras in the stairwell showed Kane had never left the

back was still wet with sweat. He looked up at the bright and blinding sun. Kane was in

Poppy, was she dead?

Kane asked himself.

He saw

He told himself.

where he was and collapsed on the floor. He didn’t faint, but he wasn’t conscious either. He wondered how