Chapter 6
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He sounded murderous. It was as if he wanted to hack John into pieces to vent his resentment.
But still, words failed him. In the end, he died from a heart attack.
When his secretary found him, he was already long dead.
Logically, Lana should hate John for such a heinous deed. No child would remain bewitched in the face of such concrete proof.
I turned to glance at Lana, but I failed to catch any hatred in her. She was merely shocked and heartbroken.
Her lips kept trembling. She had to take a deep breath to speak clearly. “John, is this… true?”
Her bloodshot eyes turned teary. But I managed to analyze the reason for her tears. It was mostly due to heartbreak. There was some mixture of shock and shame in her eyes, but her father’s passing only gave her a negligible amount of grief.
I touched my chin and contemplated it. Lana probably needed the surgery to remove the lovesick part of her brain. Well, she needed it very much.
However, John did not try to comfort his lover. Instead, he nervously gripped my hand, as if he was afraid that I might run away when he was not looking.
When he faced Lana, a tinge of sadness dawned on his face. But based on my analysis, he did not feel sorry for her. It was merely feigned sincerity.
He was quite the actor, and Lana was quite dumb.
Before John could say anything, Lana burst into tears and threw herself into his arms, as if she was embracing her savior. She even tore off his clothes.
“I trust you, John. I do! Someone must have tried to frame you! I wouldn’t be fooled by such petty tricks!” She sounded certain and loud, as if she were talking to herself and everyone else. She also shot me a fierce glare.
The engagement party ended in a mess.
Although Lana refused to see the truth, the videos demonstrated John hiring criminals to kidnap and threaten his competitors.
The videos were old and blurry. But it was enough. John was never a person who would stop before getting what he wanted. He even kept Lana with her and promised to marry her. Besides, he would do something instead of waiting.
Although Lana loved him passionately, he would not forgive me for what I had done. He might have come up with endless ways to torture me.
“Grace, believe it or not, I never wanted to hurt you.”
After that incident, I assumed that John would behave for a few days. But he indifferently barged into my house that night. He gripped my wrist and forced me to look up at him. His eyes were teary as if he were trying to complain about how I had bullied him.
“Grace,” he lovingly said my name. It sounded quite cheesy that everything else turned amorous. “Let me hug you.”
After I calmed myself down, I realized that he was drunk. His face was rosy, and his hands were hot when he touched me. It gave me a tingling feeling. I put my arms between our bodies to give myself some space to breathe.
“John Miller,” I said coldly and suppressed my impatience. “Based on my data analysis, you’re only slightly drunk. You are completely aware of your actions.”
