Chapter 939 by Marina Vittori
An Understated Dominance
âThereâs evidence on the corpse? It was left on his body before he died?â Autumnâs brows furrowed as he thought about it.
He had checked the corpse thoroughly when he handled it. He hadnât noticed anything out of the ordinary Could he have missed something?â
âGather a few of our men. Weâre going to the hill behind the Hill family residence. I will open the coffin to check on the corpse tonight!â
After thinking for a moment, Autumn quickly decided on his next action.
He could not afford to take the risk. If heâd missed something, heâd be in huge trouble.
He had to destroy any evidence before anyone found out!
Thirty minutes later, Autumn and his trusted men secretly went to the hill behind the Hill family residence.
This was where all the members of the Hill family were buried after theyâd passed away. Paul was buried there, too.
When they got to Paulâs grave, Autumn bowed deeply and muttered to himself, âIâm sorry, Father.
Please donât mind me.â
Then, he straightened up and gestured to his men.
âStart digging!â
With his orders, the men began digging. In less than 30 minutes, they had uncovered the coffin.
Just then, a gust of chilling wind swept around them.
They shivered and stopped what they were doing. They hunched their shoulders and glanced around guiltily.
âWhy are you just standing there? Open up the coffin!â Autumn roared.
At this point, it was too late for him to turn back.
âOpen it up!â
Clenching their jaws, the men braved themselves and opened up the coffin.
Paul lay there in the coffin in a formal suit. His face looked deathly pale, and he didnât look peaceful.
âForgive me, Father!â Autumn gulped drily and hopped into the coffin.
He began feeling around Paulâs corpse. He searched around a couple of times but couldnât find anything.
He even checked his mouth, nostrils, hair, and under his nails and repeated it several times. But
âWhereâs the evidence? Why is there nothing?â
Autumn was stressed, and he sweated profusely. He became more frustrated the more he searched.
âHey. Suddenly, a hand patted Autumn on the shoulders.
âFuck!â Autumn was scared out of his wits and leaped several feet backward.
He nearly peed his pants.
No man could handle the shock of suddenly being patted on the shoulders while digging up someoneâs grave and rummaging around a corpse.
âWho the fuckâ¦â
Autumn was about to turn around and start cursing when he noticed his surroundings.
For some reason, his men were defeated on the ground.
A man in white stood by the coffin and stared silently at him.
Under the moonlight, the manâs face looked pale and creepy. He was as scary as a ghost.
âDustin?â Autumnâs eyes widened.
âWhy are you here?â
âHow would I know youâre the traitor if I donât come here?â Dustin smiled thinly.
âWaitâ¦â Autumn suddenly came to his senses.
He paled and exclaimed, âIs this all a trap? There wasnât any evidence, to begin with?â
âItâs too late to realize now.â Dustin looked at Autumn coldly as he approached Autumn. âA person who murders his family is unforgivable Tell me, how would you prefer to die?â