Chapter 20

Chapter 20

On the way back, I sat in Luke Brown’s car.

This time, there was a driver. Luke Brown and I sat in the back seat, and the partition between the front and back was raised, making the back seat feel a little enclosed.

I moved a little closer to the window—mainly because Luke Brown was radiating so much anger right now.

Even though I wanted to stand my ground and say, “You’re just my ex-husband—you have no right to interfere,” I knew that saying more would only make things worse.

We rode in silence all the way back to the company. My mind was filled with questions: what Ethan Green had said to me, Luke Brown’s attitude toward me, and Tyler King’s strange behavior when we’d first met.

What secrets were hidden behind all this?

But in the end… I couldn’t bring myself to ask.

Luke Brown wouldn’t tell me. Ethan Green couldn’t be trusted. Sophia Miller? I couldn’t bring myself to talk to her about it.

It seemed like the mystery was only going to get deeper, waiting for the day when it would finally be uncovered.

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The next time I saw Tyler King was at an investment promotion conference. Luke Brown had gone on a business trip a week earlier, so I was representing the company to prepare the bidding materials.

I’d been running the company for over three months now, so handling this kind of thing was no longer a problem.

I was bent over, organizing the documents, when Tyler King sat down next to me.

After what had happened that day, he hadn’t bothered me again. Since I didn’t want to bring up that awkward incident, I looked up and gave him a polite smile.

“Has Luke Brown not come back yet?”

I thought this guy was being rude. I’d already dropped the subject, but he was bringing up Luke Brown again—obviously not wanting to have a proper conversation.

When I didn’t respond, Tyler King pulled out his phone and held it in front of the documents, forcing me to look at it.

I was getting annoyed and was about to push his hand away when I froze.

The video on his phone showed Luke Brown. The lighting was dim, as if the room was sealed off from light. Luke Brown had lost his usual calm and elegance. He’d rolled up his sleeves and was roughly tying up a woman with bandages.

The woman looked terrified, sobbing and whimpering nonstop—but her mouth was stuffed with something, so no sound could escape.

Luke Brown seemed to be getting impatient. He walked over to a table, picked up a syringe, and jabbed it directly into the woman’s neck.

His movements were extremely brutal.

I felt like that needle had been stabbed into my own heart. My hand shook, and all the documents scattered across the floor.