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.

woke her up in the middle of the night with a glass of water,

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

his might. He knocked the door so

face. He wondered why he felt so cold when the sun was shining.

and just as Kane was

the guest room was gray, even the pillow, but now he looked at

to Poppy in a low voice that he

respond, like… she was…

was describing, Kane’s heart skipped a step. As he got closer, the stench

really wrong, Kane took a deep breath and reached out his

gray, and ironically, the last color

off Kane’s apartment, which was no longer his home but a scene of a horrific

the sofa and was drenched in a cold

with a sniper rifle while she was sleeping in the middle of the night. The surveillance cameras in the stairwell showed Kane had never left the house before he was cleared of any wrongdoing, but he

2 o’clock in the afternoon, Kane walked out of the police station like a walking corpse. His back was still wet with sweat. He looked up at the bright and blinding sun. Kane was in a daze and at

Poppy, was she dead?

Kane asked himself.

was dead. He saw it with

He told himself.

He told her where he was and collapsed on the floor. He didn’t faint,