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Chapter 1888
Landon's eyes darkened at those words. "You dialed the wrong number. If it's an emergency, call the police. | don't deal withthat."
Call the police? Sylvia couldn't possibly do that.
After all these years of being with Preston, she wasn't totally innocent either. If she called the police, they would dig up hersecrets, and she would inevitably end up in prison.
“Landon! Preston has gone mad! H-He killed your grandfather!" Sylvia hoarsely shouted.
Landon was stunned, abruptly turning around. Every inch of his face tensed up tightly, his heart pounding fiercely against hischest.
"What did you say? Say it again!"
"Just last night... Preston arranged to meet Cornelius at Primrose Manor. When | found out, | followed him there to discuss mydivorce with Cornelius.
“But | saw with my own eyes Preston and Frank dragging out two body bags from the villa. | even heard Preston tell Frank toclean up the bodies of Cornelius and his secretary!"
Sylvia recounted anxiously as the terrifying scene replayed in her mind. "| was so scared. | turned around and ran, but they sawme! They must have seen my car and recognized it was me, so since last night, I've been hiding in a motel. | don't even darestep outside!
“Preston's men must be desperately searching for me. Once | get out of here, he'll definitely kill me! If he dares to kill his ownfather, there's no reason for him not to kill me!"
"The bodies... Did he say how he'd dispose of the bodies?” Landon's mind was in turmoil. Even his voice was shaking."To the West... He told Frank to take the bodies West, but | don't know exactly where..."“Angie, stay here," Landon quickly said. Without explaining further, he turned and swiftly disappeared into the crowd.
Sylvia was still talking and crying on the phone, but he couldn't hear anything. He completely relied on his body's instincts tostride forward.
In his crimson eyes, scenes of happy families and smiling faces flashed.
It felt as if he was the only one in this world collapsing into darkness.
Countless memories flickered in Landon's mind like lightning.
He recalled how Cornelius used to play with him outdoors when he was young, often because Bill was busy with work.He remembered that Cornelius was the one who had given him Richie.
He recalled how Cornelius had bought him his first cotton candy because his parents were strict.
Even his name was given by Cornelius.
"I've been killing for most of my life. My hands are either red or black. I'm tired of it. From now on, | hope the Harper family cantake the right path. | hope my grandson will have a bright future."
Without Cornelius, there would be no Landon.In an instant, he completely let go of all hatred.
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Noticing Landon's prolonged silence, Sylvia finally played her last card.
"Haven't you been investigating whokilled your dad? Let me tell you. Yourguess is right. It's Preston. asiiorig asyeu ensvrémy eee and let meleave the country, | can give youevidence that Preston murdered yourdad." The content is onNovelDrama.Org! Read the latestchapter there!
Landon closed his dark and cold eyes, feeling the pain in his body as if struck by thunder. "Where are you?"After the fireworks show ended, Cyrus and Lauren walked side by side with the massive crowd toward the exit.
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If they couldn't be lovers, they could still be friends.