When There Is Nothing Left But Love

I finally understood that the reporters’ main objective was Ashton, and Ashton only. As for the victim’s relatives, the reporters would likely just snap a few pictures and then try to compete with each other for who could write the most heart-wrenching news article.

I took several thousand out of my purse, telling the female receptionist, “I need you to get someone to buy some fruits and snacks, the more expensive and higher quality, the better. After that, arrange for it to be delivered to them. Buy some toys and give them out to the kids here, too. It would be best if you could start up a conversation with them and find out why they’re going to such lengths, and perhaps ask if they’re acting on someone else’s orders. Also, call up some more reliable reporters and tell them to come over to take pictures.”

She looked shocked as she received the money, nodding numbly. To my surprise, the young woman worked efficiently, swiftly giving out water bottles and snacks to everyone in the lobby. She also instructed some of the other security guards to help with her errands, and they naturally mixed in with the crowd and started talking.

It just so happened to be lunchtime. Reporters filtered in slowly but surely. However, they seemed to have learned from their previous lesson and were acting a lot more reserved than last time.

After a while, the female receptionist ran over to me excitedly. “Mrs. Fuller, those people aren’t Sasha’s family! Someone is paying them a hundred per day to come here just to make a fuss! All of them are simply retirees who jumped at the chance of earning money, and some even dragged along their grandchildren to make it look more realistic.”

My mouth fell open. I had thought that these people would at least have some relation to Sasha, but it turned out that all they wanted was to cause chaos and confusion.

Falling deep in thought for a minute or so, I then instructed her, “Think of a way to get an audio recording of that confession, then pay them twice the amount of money to send them away. Apart from that, instruct them to tell outsiders that Sasha committed suicide. As for everything else… Let them add as many ‘saucy’ details as they wish, as long as it doesn’t affect Fuller Corporation negatively.”

and walked away, leaving me to wonder, who would go to

approached me to show me that she had recorded a video. “I’ve asked them all to leave, Mrs. Fuller. The only ones left are Sasha’s actual parents.”

settling on Sasha’s daughter out of the corner of my eye. The little girl appeared a little worse for wear, and for some reason, I had a feeling that she wasn’t just

your number so that you can send the video file

numbers with me. “My name is Stella Collins, Mrs. Fuller.

her. Minutes later, she sent

Suddenly, the peace and quiet of

sobbing and shouting desperately for help.

over, pushing through the small crowd that had formed

young girl that had just been playing on one of the sofas in the lobby had passed out, her face was as pale as a ghost with blood streaming down from her nose. It didn’t

panicking, cradling the child