Chapter 432



Sophie shook her head earnestly. “No, I saw it on TV. But if you don’t want to watch it, I won’t.”

Kallie smiled softly and stroked Sophie’s head. “Let’s just get some sleep now,” she murmured.

What Kallie didn’t realize was that Jake had been standing just outside the door, overhearing their entire conversation. He had been about to enter, but after a moment’s hesitation, he released the doorknob and stepped back. Just then, his phone vibrated in his pocket, breaking the stillness of the moment.

Jake quickly moved away from the door and answered the call. A familiar female voice greeted him, dripping with arrogance.

“Jake, I bet you didn’t expect me to catch you in my web again. It’s time to make a choice. Either reveal your identity or get Kallie out of Avalon, because if you don’t, she’ll never have peace here again.”

Joanna’s confidence was palpable, her tone laced with smugness. She had covered her tracks, disposing of Charlee’s body with meticulous care. The police would find nothing, leaving Kallie as the prime suspect. Otherwise, Jake would have involved the police already.

Jake’s expression darkened, his eyes hardening with cold resolve.

Joanna’s tone shifted as Jake remained silent.

“Well, here’s another option. Publicly state that I had no involvement with what happened at the Martel family home, clear my name of any suspicion, and promise you won’t oppose me again. In return, I’ll drop all legal actions. What do you think, Jake?”

Jake’s response was tinged with disdain. “Joanna, you killed your own mother. Do you really think you’ll escape the consequences?”

Joanna laughed dismissively. “Consequences? The things you’ve done are worse than mine. After all, didn’t you end your mother’s life? That’s why you’re hiding in the shadows, living under a false name.”

“No, I am nothing like you,” Jake replied coolly. “You think you can leverage these baseless accusations to intimidate me?”

Joanna smirked as she declared, “I’ve laid out options for you. Choose wisely. My patience is thinning. You have three days.”

After the call, Edgar approached Jake quietly. “Sir, I’ve traced the origin of that post; it came from Sarah.”

Jake sneered. “If Joanna had involved someone else, perhaps I’d feel threatened. But Sarah? That’s unexpected.”

Edgar expressed his concern. “However, Mr. Reeves, the situation is quite serious. Various groups are covertly investigating us. If this continues, your true identity might be revealed.”

Jake massaged his temples, urging calm. “Let’s not rush our response.”

Meanwhile, Errol confronted Sarah under the harsh sunlight. As Sarah leisurely enjoyed her fruit, Errol’s sudden grab sent her crashing to the floor, the plate shattering and fruit scattering everywhere.

Sarah stood, visibly annoyed. “What do you think you’re doing, Errol?”

Errol’s expression was a mix of anger and contempt. “Out with it. Tell me what you’ve been up to. Don’t play dumb. I’m no fool.”

Sarah glanced down, her guilt apparent. “What could I have possibly done? I haven’t broken any laws.”

Errol’s grip tightened painfully on her wrist. “Sarah, that hurts,” she whimpered, adopting an innocent facade.

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