âWhat?!â Dorothy and Alex were startled when they heard Jennyâs words. Especially Alex. He thought
to himself, âCould the poison Granny Blackwood administered have been too
strong, and it ended up killing her in one shot?â However, Dorothy was quick to ask, âHow did she die?â
âI heard that she was killed on the scene by a gangster.
The ringleader is a loan shark who gives out loans at
a high-interest rate. Benny borrowed 40 million from them, and somehow, some conflict broke out in his
office.â Assex Construction and Dorothy-Alex Construction used to be under the same umbrella, and
Jenny still had
friends over there. As soon as the incident took place, her friend had immediately called and told her
about it. After Dorothy heard that, she was silent for a long time.
Even though the old lady had treated her unjustly and
had even wanted to conspire against her entire family, she was still her blood-related grandmother after
all. She had been alive and kicking, being her domineering self just a while ago. Now, in a blink of an
eye, her life
was extinguished, just like thatâ¦
She let out a shaky breath as the sadness welled up inside of her. Alex, on the other hand, felt relieved.
If Granny Blackwood were the one who killed Madam Joanne, he would have certainly felt uneasy.
Being
beaten to death by a loan shark, however, had nothing to do with him. This could be categorized under
the
âreap what you sowâ banner, as all evil had its retribution.
Jenny continued, âI heard that the culprit had been caught. Benny offered a reward of two million and
caught
all of them. He sent them to the authorities on the spot.â
âYou must be very well connected to get this news,â Alex said. Jenny smiled stiffly. âA lot of people in
our company already knew this. Itâs blown out of control now.â
âHubby, would you like to go see?â Dorothy asked. Alex considered it for a while before shaking his
head. âNot today. We have all been driven out the door by
the Assex family. If we were to go over now, it would be messy, and thereâs no guarantee they wonât
take
their anger out on us. Weâll head there tomorrow.â Dorothy hummed in agreement. The news quickly
reached Claireâs ears. Instantly, she called Dorothy to confirm the news.
Upon receiving confirmation, Claire chuckled loudly. âShe deserved it! That old fart should have died a
long time ago. She
reaped what she sowed and couldnât go on living. Even the gods above wanted her out of here.â The
old lady had overwhelmed her for so many years that she didnât even have the space to breathe, and
she
would be crippled by anxiety the moment she saw her.
Adding to the fact that they had been poisoned and
even attempted to snatch their company away, Claire had lost all positive feelings toward Madam
Joanne for
a long time. She changed the topic and said, âDorothy, come home now. Bring Alex with you. I need
him for something.â
âMother, what devilish things are you up to now?â
asked Dorothy.
âWhat devilish things are you talking about? I simply have something to ask him. Hurry up and come
home. Buy some food on your way back. I donât know what happened to this brat Beatrice⦠Suddenly
telling me
that she wants to learn how to cook. Sheâs used up all the food in the fridge.â Very quickly, Alex and
Dorothy went to the market to buy two big bags of vegetables and meat.
Alex held the bags in one hand, while the other held Dorothyâs hand. Their fingers interlocked as if
grasping
happiness itself. Wearing a bodyguardâs suit and leading a stunning beauty, the couple had attracted
quite a few stares. A lot of them were probably thinking along the lines of âThis little bodyguard
managed to take a âMiss
Perfectâ as his bride and has reached the pinnacle of life!â
âThe little bodyguard saved the beautiful lady boss, and she threw herself into his arms. âThatâs some
dumb luck he got thanks to more prayers he made to his ancestors.â Though they were at the receiving
end of the many gazes and thoughts, Alex and Dorothy were at peace. At
the same time, in the Assex residence in Senna Port, Claire stared at the unmoving picture on her
phone screen, not coming back to herself for a long time.
It was a picture in a news article, and a manâs face occupied most of the screen. This person was Lex
Gunther. Involving a capital of 30 billion dollars, Thousand Miles Conglomerate was going to start a
large-scale
lifestyle project in California, one that would affect the structure of its business district.
Claire looked at the face. She was completely dumbfounded.
With alarms blaring in her chest, her heart only served to beat harder. Only yesterday, she had spat on
this
personâs face.