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.

in the middle of

room. Despite his own rummaging through the drawers, gasped for the key and found it, his heart was pounding. An

with all his might. He knocked the door so hard that it caused a jolt back, but no one answered. Kane knew something was

felt

She was still in bed, and just as Kane was about

gray, even the pillow, but now he

his forehead. Kane called out to Poppy in a

didn’t respond,

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

that something was really wrong, Kane took a deep breath and reached out his hand to turn Poppy around. Kane collapsed to the ground

and ironically, the last color of her life was a bullet hole in the middle of

Kane’s apartment, which was no longer

and was drenched in a cold sweat that couldn’t dry. His face

shot between the eyes 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

wet with sweat. He looked up at the

Poppy, was she dead?

Kane asked himself.

was dead. He saw it

He told himself.

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