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Desperately, he shoved fistfuls of detox pills into his mouth, choking on them as they dissolved into foam.
Yet, it was useless. The toxin coursing through his veins was far beyond any remedy. His eyes rolled back as he convulsed violently.
Within five agonizing minutes, his body collapsed, lifeless. Even then, the poison did not stop.
The skin melted away, followed by muscle, tendons, and finally, bone Half an hour later, the only thing left of Gordon was a bubbling pool of black, rancid sludge.
Back at the Snees mansion, Aspen glanced at the darkening sky. By now, she figured Gordon had already taken care of Kingsley.
Hours had passed surely the fight was over. Kingsley was probably just a rotting corpse by now.
Unable to suppress her curiosity any longer, she dialed Gordon’s number. However, there was no answer.
Her brows knitted together, and she muttered, “Maybe he’s still busy finishing the job.”
Gordon was meticulous. He would not just kill Kingsley-he would destroy the evidence and erase every trace of the body.
“Yeah,” Aspen said to herself. “He’s probably dealing with the body right now.”
Aspen thought for a moment, then let out a cold, satisfied laugh. She decided to wait a little longer before calling Gordon again.
Now that Kingsley was finally out of the picture, the suffocating frustration she had been feeling for weeks seemed to lift, and she was in a much better mood.
Meanwhile, Hannah was on a call with Owen Maloney from Wealthroller Investments.
“Mr. Maloney, this is Hannah Snees. I was wondering if I could possibly speak with Mr. Yates… if he has a moment?”
Her voice was cautious, almost nervous. Wealthroller Investments was a powerhouse, and she knew she had to tread carefully.
Owen had overseen the South City Orphanage project and had previously liaised with the Snees family, but his tone remained indifferent.
He asked, “What do you need to speak with Mr. Yates about, Ms. Snees?”
Hannah hesitated, gripping the phone tighter. “I-I’d like to ask him something about Kingsley.”
There was a pause on the other end. When Owen spoke again, his voice had completely shifted-from dismissive to sharp and attentive. “Hold on, Ms. Snees. I’ll get Mr. Yates on the line right away.” Hannah’s heart skipped a beat. She wondered why Owen’s attitude had changed so drastically the moment she mentioned Kingsley.
He had treated her like an unimportant small-timer moments ago, despite her being the CEO of Snees Corporation. Yet, as soon as Kingsley’s name came up, his entire demeanor flipped.
Could Kingsley really be someone important to Marvin?
While she was lost in thought, a deep, gravelly voice came through the phone.
“This is Marvin Yates. What can I do for you, Ms. Snees?”
Hannah felt her palms grow clammy. She quickly said, “I-I’m so sorry to bother you, Mr. Yates. I just… I just wanted to ask if the South City Orphanage project was, um… was it Kingsley who convinced you to give it to us?”
Marvin chuckled dryly. “So, you want to know how your company managed to get that project, huh? Well, you might not want to hear the truth, Ms. Snees-but yes. It was your ex, the man you dismissed like trash, who got me to hand it over.”
He continued, “Do you really think I would have bothered with a small company like Snees Corporation otherwise? Do you think I lack people begging to work with me? Please.
“If I so much as snap my fingers, business leaders across Jayrodale and even across the entire Gabo Creek region-would fall over themselves trying to partner with me.”
Hannah’s heart pounded in her chest. She had braced herself for this possibility, yet hearing Marvin confirm it so bluntly still hit like a sledgehammer.
Kingsley had not lied-the South City project really had been his doing. However, she still could not understand how.
How did a supposedly insignifican’t, “useless” man convince a tycoon like Marvin to hand over a high- profile development project to Snees Corporation?
Was Kingsley more than just a disposable pawn in Marvin’s network as the rumors suggested?
“Mr. Yates, I’m so sorry to take more of your time,” she ventured hesitantly. “But… could you tell me what exactly Kingsley is to you?”
There was a beat of silence. Then, Marvin let out a low, scornful laugh.
“Now you’re curious? Don’t you think it’s a bit late for that, Ms. Snees?” he said, his tone dripping with disdain.
“If you’d asked me that when you were still with him, I might’ve humored you. Hell, I would’ve smiled and chatted with you for hours out of respect. After all, back then, you were his woman-and that meant something to me.”
“But now?” Marvin’s voice hardened. “You’re nothing but a CEO of a small, second-rate company. Whatever status you once had through him is gone. Tell me, Ms. Snees-what makes you think you have the right to ask me about my relationship with Kingsley?”
Hannah’s mind went blank. “I-I’m so sorry, Mr. Yates!” she stammered, panic flooding her voice. “I didn’t mean to overstep. Please don’t be angry. I-I won’t ask anymore.”
Marvin’s voice turned icy. “Good. Because you have no need-and no right to know.”
“But I will tell you this, Hannah,” he added, voice@lowing for emphasis. “You once had the world’s greatest man standing at your side. The strongest. The most capable.
And you let him slip through your fingers. By giving him up, you didn’t just lose a relationship-you lost everything.”
The line went dead as Marvin hung up without giving Hannah the chance to say another word.
She sat there, the phone still pressed to her ear, her mind utterly blank. Marvin’s parting words echoed through her skull like a relentless drumbeat.
“Hannah, by giving him up, you didn’t just lose a relationship-you lost everything.”
“No,” she whispered to herself, gripping the phone tighter. “No, my judgment wasn’t wrong. Kingsley was lazy. He had no ambition. We didn’t match anymore-I made the right decision… I did the right thing.” Yet, no matter how many times she repeated the words, the doubts gnawed deeper. Denial was always the first response when confronted with a painful truth. People instinctively clung to their own version of events, unwilling to admit they had misjudged, unwilling to face the consequences of their choices. Her breath quickened, and before she could think twice, she dialed another number. This time, she called Mark’s office.
“Hello, this is Mark Thatcher,” came the familiar, steady voice on the other end.
“Mr. Thatcher, this is Hannah Snees from Snees Corporation,” she said, forcing calm into her tone. “I’m really sorry to bother you, but I was hoping you could help me with something. It’s about… Kingsley Baldwin.”
There was a pause. Then, Mark asked in a surprised tone, “You’re calling me just to ask about Mr. Baldwin?” “Yes,” Hannah said quickly. “I know it sounds unusual, but this is really important to me. Please, if you have a moment.”
“All right,” Mark said, his tone softening. “What exactly would you like to know? I’ll tell you what I can, though I know little about his personal affairs.”
Hannah swallowed hard. “A while back, when Jayrodale Bank tried to deny us that loan, and you stepped in to help… was it Harvey Weller who asked you to intervene?”
Mark chuckled lightly. “Ms. Snees, you’ve got that part all wrong. Harvey? Please. The man might have the Weller family name, but he doesn’t have the influence to summon me. That day at the bank? Mr. Baldwin called me. He made one phone call, and I came right away. Simple as that.”
Hannah went numb when she realized it was Kingsley, not Harvey, who had saved her. Her lips trembled as she forced out her next question. “Mr. Thatcher, I also heard that you were seriously injured last year. Is it true that Kingsley saved your life?”
Mark replied, “Yes. That’s absolutely true. I owe my life to Mr. Baldwin. In fact, Ms. Snees, I’d say Mr. Baldwin is the most remarkable man in all of Jayrodale right now.”
His tone grew more thoughtful as he continued, “I’ve heard bits and pieces about you two. What can I say? Fate is fickle. But don’t let regret et consume you. At least from what I’ve seen, Mr. Baldwin never once wronged you. He never wronged Snees Corporation, either.
“More than once, he pulled your company back from financial ruin. You might not have known it, but he was always making sure you and your business stayed afloat. And you now? Well… whatever history two had, it’s over. But one thing is clear-Mr. Baldwin is a man who stands tall, a man worth knowing.
And when he was with you, Ms. Snees… he never let you down.’
Hannah did not even remember how the call ended. Her hands felt numb as she slowly lowered the phone.
She realized Kingsley had told the truth-he was the one who built Snees Corporation’s success, and he was the reason she had her CEO position.
His connections reached into the highest circles, including Marvin, the wealthiest man in Jayrodale, and Mark Thatcher, the most influential figure in the city’s political and financial sectors. They both respected Kingsley and spoke of him as someone far beyond her reach.
With a dull thud, Hannah’s phone slipped from her trembling hands and hit the floor. Her legs gave out, and she collapsed onto the ground, her body drained of all strength.
Everything was true, which meant she had been blind. Completely, utterly blind.
But how? She had thought she knew Kingsley inside and out and had been convinced he was an unambitious man who did not deserve to stand beside her.
Yet, in the end, it was she who had been standing outside the gates of the truth, unable to see what was right in front of her.
Was she really as foolish as Kingsley had claimed?
A storm of thoughts spiraled through her mind, and she cried out as she clutched her head, overwhelmed by the unbearable realization. (1
Irene and Leroy rushed to her side, their faces stricken with alarm.
“Hannah! What’s wrong? You’re scaring me!” Irene cried, gripping her daughter’s arms. “Are you feeling sick? Let’s go to the hospital!”
“Hannah, you look awful!” Leroy added, his voice filled with concern. “Did that bastard Kingsley do something to you again? Just say the word, and I’ll hunt him down myself!’
Their anxious voices barely registered in Hannah’s ears.
It took her a long moment to compose herself before she finally muttered, “I’m fine… this has nothing to do with Kingsley. I just… I have a lot on my mind that I can’t figure out.”
She shook her head and forced herself to stand, though her brows remained furrowed, and her thoughts continued to churn. Every moment she shared with Kingsley came flooding back, leaving her heart tangled in a mess of emotions.
Irene scowled. “Hannah, I’ve told you before-you shouldn’t believe a single word that loser says. You’re only like this because you’re overthinking things. That man is nothing but a liar, and you’re wasting your time dwelling on him!”
She continued, “My precious daughter, you’re the CEO of Snees Corporation, the backbone of the Snees family! If something happens to you, what will happen to me and your brother?”
Tears welled up in Irene’s eyes as she began wailing dramatically.
Meanwhile, Hannah’s head throbbed with frustration. She snapped, “Mom, can you stop crying already? Don’t we have enough problems right now? Do you really have to make things worse?”
She turned away before Irene could protest and immediately sought out Aspen.
“Aspen, come with me to the Weller family estate,” Hannah said, her voice tight with determination.
Aspen arched a brow. “Hannah, you cut ties with the Weller family ages ago. Why do you want to go back now?”
Hannah let out a forced laugh. “You’ll probably think I’m ridiculous, but I need to see Harvey, I need to confirm something.”
Aspen’s eyes darkened slightly. “Let me guess-it’s about Kingsley, isn’t it?”
Hannah hesitated before nodding. “Yeah. It’s about him.”
“I still don’t want to believe it,” she admitted, her voice growing softer. “I don’t want to believe that I was wrong about him all along. So I need to hear it one more time. I need proof-proof that I didn’t misjudge him.”
Aspen crossed her arms and studied Hannah for a moment. She asked, “And what if Harvey gives you that proof? What if he confirms that you did misjudge Kingsley?”
She pressed on, “Hannah, will you regret it then? Will you hate yourself for the choice you made?”
Hannah’s body tensed. A bitter smile tugged at her lips as she mumbled, “Honestly… I don’t knoe, swnevern
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Aspen smirked as she thought, ‘It doesn’t matter what truth you uncover. Kingsley is dead. Nothing can change that.’
Nonetheless, she was in a good mood. So, if Hannah wanted to waste her time chasing ghosts, Aspen was more than happy to humor her.
She simply replied, “Alright, Hannah.
I’ll go with you to the Weller family. But be prepared. Even if Kingsley really did do all those things for you, even if he was more than you ever realized-it’s too late. You two are on completely different paths now. There’s no going back.”
Hannah let out a deep breath; her expression strained with unease. “I just hope I didn’t make the wrong decision back then.”
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