Even if Abigail Perry blindly followed before, she now realized something was terribly wrong.
Holding her phone, her entire body started to shake violently again, crouching in fear, clutching her head tightly.
"You..." Her throat muscles trembled, and even her words of accusation were barely coherent, "Why did you do this..."
She had been played...
Only now did Abigail Perry’s rational mind tell her that she had been fooled.
What had she been doing these days?
She held her head, despairing, thinking, What have I done?
I’ve committed a crime...
"Are you blaming me?" the man said softly, his tone as gentle as a sigh, "...But these days, haven’t you been happy?"
"Stop joking around!" Abigail screamed sharply, "It was you! You deceived me! Who are you! How can you do this to me!"
"..." Silence prevailed for a while, and then the man’s voice rang out again, but the tenderness in his tone had vanished, replaced by a certain indifferent aloofness, "Just a game. Who knew you would take it so seriously?"
The skin all over Abigail Perry’s body tightened intensely as if pricked by a needle; she couldn’t believe what she just heard. Newest update provıded by 𝗻𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹·𝖿𝗂𝗋𝖾·𝗇𝖾𝗍
How could it possibly be just a game?
Alice Lesser had become a vegetable, Daisy Ginger’s company was on the brink of collapse, and if she got caught, she’d go to prison!
How could this be a game?
The lives of others, the survival of a company, even fate—are they merely a source of entertainment in his hands?
"...You demon." These words were squeezed out almost through gritted teeth, Abigail cursed in agitation, "You demon! May you not die a good death, may you go to hell!!"
The man listened idly to the tedious curses, hung up the phone, and with a graceful lift of his hand, blacklisted Abigail Perry’s phone number.
He leaned back on the recliner, leisurely took a sip of coffee, and lazily basked in the sun.
He controlled all the plots happening miles away with just a phone.
His greatest skill was toying with people’s minds.
My dear Edward Stephens, consider this small gift as a punishment for your defiance against me. After all, who told you not to listen to your brother?
The man lowered his thick eyelashes, his eyes shimmering, gazing at the photo he copied from Ryan Smith’s phone a few days ago, and he nearly sighed softly with tenderness.
My dear Edward, you should return to your brother’s side, haven’t we already agreed on that long ago?
Daisy Ginger received the news of Abigail Perry’s suicide attempt, just as she returned from visiting Jodie Holt at the police station.
In the snowy weather, the car drove slowly, and when she received the call from home, she was stunned for a while before she told Edward Stephens what had happened.
Edward furrowed his brows slightly, didn’t speak, just turned the car around.
Daisy sat in the passenger seat, her pale face reflected in the snowy light, looking particularly translucent and pale.
Abigail was taken to the nearby hospital for emergency rescue, and when Daisy arrived there, the entrance to the emergency room was deserted, with no one there waiting for her.
Looking at the door of the emergency room, Daisy turned to Edward and said, "Has she finally gone mad?"
Edward’s voice was very calm, "Maybe she’s feeling guilty as a thief."
In this world, who would be happiest to see her collapse, suffer, lose Alice Lesser, and lose her company inheritance rights?