In the large meeting room, people gathered and sat at the provided tables. They were discussing today's event, which would introduce and present the eldest son of the late Mr. Smith, who should have been leading the Cendana Family for several years now.The dishonesty of Frans and Elena's family was still a topic of conversation. The power struggle that occurred may have been common knowledge to the high-ranking attendees, but news of Mr. Smith's murder, with Frans - his own brother - as the perpetrator, certainly added fuel to the conflict between Mr. Smith's family and Frans' family."Even though Maleo is very skilled at running this company, he still obtained it in the worst way possible.""True, but are you sure that boy can lead better than Maleo?" They were referring to Franklin."Of course, he inherited the business acumen of his brilliant father," commented another."But business isn't just about DNA, ma'am. I'm actually worried about the shares I've invested in their company

"Do you... want to come in?"Franklin checked his watch before answering Clara's question, which sounded like an invitation. The man finally replied hesitantly."Actually, there's something I need to discuss."Clara fell silent, thinking about other matters related to the disclosure of Mr. Smith's death case. Clara had been holding everything in, even though Franklin hadn't been informed that she had stopped the investigation into his late father's murder."Listen, Franklin."The woman looked at Franklin with melancholy eyes. Clara said, "I had to stop the investigation. As you know, this issue is too broad to investigate, Franklin."Franklin froze in front of Clara. The smile on his face instantly faded, but Franklin tried to think clearly. He still wanted to uncover the issue even with limited capabilities."Karina has informed me that there's no evidence to show who the perpetrators were, or any particular cartel or group involved in the plane sabotage."Clara clearly delivered thi

"It's lifeless, Mr. Franklin."Clara and Franklin stared at the elderly man checking Reyna's condition after the woman had stabbed herself in the neck. Reyna would have been rescued immediately even if her life could not be saved. The woman had already lost a lot of life and there was no way to keep her alive until she reached the hospital. And just as Franklin arrived at the hospital, the doctor gave him the news. That Reyna could not be saved. However, Franklin didn't grieve, he just asked the hospital for something. "Please take care of the body."After that Franklin waltzed away, followed by Clara. As they walked hand in hand to the elevator, Clara asked Franklin. "That woman must have no family anymore, right?""Apparently you understood what I said to them just now."Clara nodded, the two entered the elevator and headed to the hospital lobby. Franklin did not feel that he should be held responsible for Reyna's death. Although finally, the news about the death of a woman in fr

Clara and Franklin were growing closer. Clara even frequently visited Mrs. Smith at her home. Their relationship became stronger because Franklin's mother genuinely liked Clara.However, last night turned out to be the worst day Clara had ever experienced. Mrs. Smith asked Clara to come over after someone without a clear identity provided information about Silver Clack's involvement in Mr. Smith's murder.Clara was confronted with an audio recording that made her hair stand on end. Charles' voice could be clearly heard confessing his foolish actions to someone interrogating him in Russian.That night..."Charles is your brother, isn't he?"Mrs. Smith looked at Clara with tears in her eyes. Then she said, "So Silver Clack was involved in my husband's murder, huh?!"Mrs. Smith was very angry, but she was still quite weak after learning all the facts about her late husband's murder. In her hand was also a newly printed photo, but it was identical to the hidden photo of Clara. This indica

"Franklin, are you okay?"That voice snapped Franklin out of his daze. He looked at Clara, who was now smiling."Are you okay?" Clara asked again, a bit confused by Franklin's sudden silence.Franklin shook his head, indicating he was fine. He quickly got off the bed and picked up his clothes scattered on the floor. Apparently, what had just happened was only his imagination. In reality, Franklin couldn't bring himself to shoot Clara with a real gun.On the bed, Clara, still covered by the blanket, was blushing. Something had happened between them. Clara had never imagined this before. "Is this a dream?" Clara thought happily."Hurry up and get dressed, Clara."Hearing Franklin's words made Clara look back at him. Her brow furrowed as she saw the change in Franklin's expression. They had just made passionate love on the bed, but now Franklin's attitude confused Clara.Clara assumed that maybe Franklin regretted touching her and felt guilty. But Clara felt that it wasn't something to r