Jack seemed to have lost all hope, and he began contemplating a less optimistic plan: using a saw to open the safe. However, at that very moment, a sudden “ting” sound echoed, showing that the safe’s correct password had been entered.Jack was stunned, unable to believe his eyes. He thought he might hallucinate because of exhaustion and the overwhelming anticipation of opening the safe. Slowly, he reached out to open the door of the safe, and indeed, it opened.Jack burst into laughter, a mad laughter filled with joy and a dreamlike sense of ecstasy. It was like someone dreaming a beautiful dream and then waking up to find it had become a reality, never wanting to wake up again.His birthday was the password for this safe. Truly unexpected, indeed.Jack didn’t have time to think any further. He hurriedly searched inside the safe until he finally discovered a will, carefully wrapped in a bag.“Here you are, here you are, I finally found you,” Jack rejoiced. He quickly opened the bag an
At some moment, Jack did indeed waver and hesitate. But right after that, he snapped back to reality.Is Mrs. Locke really that kind? Or is she deliberately telling him this, or maybe letting the caretaker, Germ, hear it?Jack couldn’t believe it. Yes, his plan had come this far, and there was no way he would give up now. The wealth, the luxurious life, with no one to restrain him, was right in front of him. If he gave up now, he would lose everything.If Mrs. Locke were truly good as she claimed, why would she scold and belittle him? Why did she treat him like a servant, like a hired help to be bossed around? Why did she keep him tied up here? These thoughts overwhelmed Jack, and he couldn’t fathom the care Mrs. Locke was showing him here.It was this realization that immediately rekindled Jack’s shaken spirit, and he pushed the door open and entered.“Grandmother, I’m back.”Jack’s sudden appearance disrupted the conversation between the caretaker, Germ, and Mrs. Locke. At this poin
Jack entered the room and saw Mrs. Locke getting ready to go to bed. Just like every night before going to sleep, she was taking care of her skin. In truth, she had treated this hospital like a five-star hotel to enjoy.“Where are you going again? You’ve been going out lately! Whenever I don’t pay attention, you act all rebellious,” Mrs. Locke scolded Jack, then casually tossed the face mask she had just removed towards him.The mask didn’t hit Jack directly, but landed a fair distance away from him. However, witnessing such scenes was something few could endure. This wasn’t the first time in the two months he had been here, Mrs. Locke had thrown objects at him many times when she was angry.Once, it was even a plastic chair.If she were strict with him, Jack could understand it as her wanting what’s best for him, hoping he would change and become a responsible person. After all, he was idle, jobless, and in his late twenties, yet he was still dependent and doing nothing. But what kin
The director had just finished speaking, and suddenly the room fell silent.The nurse and the doctor exchanged suspicious glances as they looked at Jack. The butler, Germ, also released Jack’s hand, and the director simply crossed his arms with indifference.Jack felt like he was trapped in the middle, becoming the scapegoat in this dire situation.He looked around, his face red and swollen from crying, as darkness descended upon the room. The combination of red and black made his feigned sorrowful expression look even more ugly. Jack’s gaze passed over Mrs. Locke’s lifeless body, a sinister glint in his eyes.No one spoke. Everyone just fixed their suspicious or accusatory stares on him as if he were the most likely culprit.If Nurse Locke had been injected five hours ago, who was the last person with her at 1:30 in the morning?Only Jack.He understood this all too well, and now he was the prime suspect in everyone’s eyes.Jack clenched his sweaty palms. Suddenly, he screamed, grabb
At the other end of the phone line, Britt contemplated deeply. This man, just after the passing of Mrs. Locke, had hastily awakened him in the middle of the night to inquire about the will.Moreover, the circumstances of Mrs. Locke’s death were indeed somewhat mysterious. As the attorney directly involved in the vast estates will, Britt had a responsibility to closely monitor the health of this wealthy lady. He was a professional; he regularly updated her health status comprehensively.Britt knew that Mrs. Locke’s condition had not been serious to begin with, considering it was just a very minor accident. Furthermore, she had received care at the city’s finest hospital. Everyone knew that Mrs. Locke treated the hospital’s VIP room as her own personal resort.Her health had been improving, making her current demise quite suspicious. Moreover, the fact that Jack was the first to know was also questionable.His voice, even through the telephone, exuded excitement, as though he had been w
Upon hearing the news of Mrs. Locke’s passing, Jessica’s true feelings were revealed. She was no longer the fragile, submissive child she used to be, nor was she the one who would blindly follow orders. She despised Mrs. Locke, and her sudden departure seemed to be the most joyful news in a long time. Jessica didn’t want to reveal her genuine emotions. She tried to suppress her joy, but her face still showed traces of genuine relief.Jayce couldn’t help but sit beside Jessica, trying to comfort her in her sorrow. After all, the two of them had been in a close relationship for a long time, attending the same school since their childhood. Jessica hesitated for a moment, then looked up at Jayce and asked in a subdued voice,“Why did my aunt pass away so suddenly?”Jayce quietly handed over a test report. While Jessica was analyzing the data and the results, Jayce cleared his throat and explained,“Mrs. Locke’s death was determined to be caused by a faulty syringe needle. The needle conta
Jayce stood at a distance, observing Jessica’s every move. Her recent response had raised some suspicions in Jayce’s mind about her.He watched as Jessica picked up her phone, toggled it on and off, and bit her lip in thought. Through the window just a few steps behind her, Jayce could see the name “Alex” displayed on her phone’s interface.Alex? Did he know this person? Had they known each other before?Or was it just a coincidence with similar names?The relationships within the Andrew family were indeed complex. Jayce scolded himself for getting involved in something that was none of his business.He noticed Jessica power off her phone, staring into the distance with teary eyes, but remaining silent. Clearly, it was a matter of the heart, and Jayce couldn’t fathom what it was all about. However, this person, Alex, had triggered a reminder in his mind regarding something he needed to do.Alex needed to know about this. Bà Locke’s passing might affect their plans.Jayce took a deep b
Jowley was panting heavily. He had just been discovered by Henry’s men while snooping around their illegal construction site, and it had taken a daring escape to get away from those devilish henchmen. Listening to the urgent tone in Alex’s voice on the other end of the line, he struggled to catch his breath and regain his composure before speaking.“Chairman, I’ve found information about the boy Henry is targeting. His name is Puddy, the third child in a small working-class family here.”“That was fast. You’re indeed very efficient,” Jowley’s results always pleased Alex, and he had never been disappointed. Jowley had finally calmed down.Jowley was now in his car, exhausted, as he leaned back in his seat. He whispered into the phone.“What’s our next step, Chairman?”“Let Tom Holland know about this and choose an appropriate time. I’m not currently at the company, and I trust Tom will handle this situation best.”“Understood. And what about the boy? What should we do?..”“Of course, w