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.

her up in the middle of the night with a glass of water, and now when he knocked on the door, why didn’t

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

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

the door opened, an unusual chill came over Kane’s face. He wondered why he felt so cold when the sun was

and just as Kane was about to breathe a sigh of relief,

in the guest room was gray, even the pillow, but now he looked at the color of the pillow, how

out to Poppy in a

respond, like…

a step. As he got closer,

a deep breath and reached out his hand to turn Poppy

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

off Kane’s apartment, which was no longer

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

he was questioned as a suspect, but after investigation, police found that Poppy had been 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 of any wrongdoing, but he was still called back to the police station for

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.

Poppy, was she dead?

Kane asked himself.

He saw it with his

He told himself.

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