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.

had been restless ever since she got back from Lepus, so she was a light sleeper. Sometimes he woke her up in the middle of the night with a glass of water, and now when he knocked on the door, why didn’t

own rummaging through the drawers, gasped

this time with all his might. He knocked the door so hard that it caused a jolt back, but no one

He wondered why he felt so cold when the sun was shining. He quickly looked up at the bed and saw a bulge on the big bed. Kane

back to him. She was still in bed, and

bedding in the guest room was gray, even the pillow, but now he

out on his forehead. Kane called out to Poppy in a low voice that he didn’t

still didn’t respond,

As he

reached out his hand to turn Poppy around. Kane collapsed to the ground

lost her breath. Her 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

cordoned off Kane’s apartment, which was no longer his home but

sofa and was drenched in a cold sweat

the middle of the

sweat. He looked up at the bright and blinding sun. Kane was in a daze and at a loss whether he

Poppy, was she dead?

Kane asked himself.

dead. He saw it with his own

He told himself.

and dialed Juliana’s number with the last of his senses. He told her where he was and collapsed on the floor. He didn’t faint, but he wasn’t conscious either. He wondered how long he