Zachary’s intention must be to drive a wedge into Tessa and Stephen’s relationship!

Stephen was willing to risk his own life for Tessa’s safety. He hadn’t hesitated for even a second when he threw himself in front of her to block the knife that was meant for her. How could his feelings for her be fake?

As for the voice recordings-even if they were real, they had no beginning or end. They proved nothing. Only Susan’s voice was on the recording while Stephen’s voice was not present. Zachary had let her listen to the recording because he wanted Tessa to be suspicious of Stephen.

Tessa would not let his heinous ploy succeed.

Stephen had promised to tell her everything in person after he was done handling the urgent matter occupying his attention. Tessa only had to be patient and wait for him. She mustn’t let herself be led astray by Zachary’s baseless accusations.

Zachary had mentioned that Susan was pregnant, but who could prove that Susan hadn’t been lying about that? Even if she was telling the truth, there was no proof that the father of the baby was Stephen. Zachary wanted Tessa to succumb to her doubt, wanting her to believe that the baby Susan was carrying belonged to Stephen.

Tessa would not allow Zachary’s malice to win. By the time she arrived at this conclusion, she had calmed down significantly. Her turbulent emotions had also returned to a state of normalcy.

She turned on her phone and sent Stephen a message, writing, “Stephen, why didn’t you answer my call earlier? Is the matter you’re dealing with very tedious? After you’re done, give me a call tomorrow. I’m going to sleep now. Goodnight.”

…

Meanwhile, Stephen had made it to the base where Susan was being held.

Susan had been attacked by one of the men who was in charge of watching over her. The man had sliced a clean line across her throat, and she had died at the scene of the crime. The rest of the base staff had swiftly apprehended the assassin.

However, the assassin had died before Stephen arrived at the base. He had bled to death from every orifice in his body.

When Stephen descended into the basement of the base, Susan’s corpse had been covered up by a white cloth. Despite the covering, he could see how her body was drenched in blood. Meanwhile, the assassin lay in a pool of blood next to Susan’s corpse.

Susan’s assassin was Garret McMiller, a man who worked for Stephen.

Lawrence stood next to Stephen. His voice trembled as he spoke, “Mr. Jacobson, Garret and Quincy were on duty tonight. We don’t know who ordered him to do it, but Garret attacked Susan. He was quick and decisive, aiming to kill. When Quincy tried to stop him, it was already too late.”

Stephen’s brows were knitted together tightly as he stared at the ghastly pool of blood on the floor. He stoically commented, “Someone behind the scenes wanted to get rid of the witness.”

Lawrence wiped away the cold sweat beading on his forehead. He suddenly sank to his knees, groveling at Stephen’s feet. “Mr. Jacobson, please dole out your punishment!”

Stephen was calm, responding, “Now that things have turned out this way, call the police first.”

Lawrence lifted his head in alarm. “But if we report this to the police, they’ll find out that we were keeping Susan captive here…”

Stephen only had to glance at

Lawrence. He hadn’t even said

anything before Lawrence rushed to

explain, “The one keeping Susan

captive here was me. I’ll turn myself

in

Stephen’s lips were pressed into a thin line. He studied Garret’s bloody corpse thoughtfully. “What family does Garret have?”

“He’s 40 years old this year. He has no wife or children. Only a frail, sickly mother in her 60s.”

“Where is his mother now?”

Lawrence froze for a moment. “Everything happened so quickly. I… Mr. Jacobson, the cause of this is my inadequacy!”

Stephen hadn’t expected this turn of events. “Garret must have been blackmailed. His mother must have been captured by the mastermind behind tonight’s assassination She has probably already met her end…. Lawrence, I’m severely disappointed in you.”

Lawrence lowered his head. “Mr. Jacobson, I’m willing to accept any punishment you deem fit for my inadequacy!”

A layer of ice frosted over Stephen’s eyes. “The mastermind knew of Garret’s family situation and used his mother as blackmail against him.”

Disbelief etched itself into Lawrence’s face. “Mr. Jacobson, are you saying that…”

Stephen’s eyes glinted coldly. “We have a mole amongst us. Send someone else

to take the blame. Your job is to get to the bottom of this.”

“Yes!” Lawrence answered solemnly, nodding his head.

At Jacqueline’s private villa, a bodyguard dressed in all black reported, “Ms. Sanders, the target has been taken care of.”

Jacqueline was admiring her newly done manicure. Her lips curved into a smile Well done. Dispose of Susan’s father and Garret’s mother too Don’t leave any loose ends.”

“Understood.”

After the bodyguard left, she pulled out her phone and placed an overseas call. “James, it’s done.”