The voice echoed in Orion’s ears, causing him to raise his head in shock, his eyes filled with fear and confusion…
His life?
He forced a stiff smile. “You must be joking with me. I’m just a commoner. How could I possibly…”
Eileen’s smile turned cold as she looked at the trembling Orion. “Do you think I brought so many people here tonight just to joke with you?”
Orion shuddered. “I… I have no grudges with Mr. Governor. Let me know what exactly I did leads to my death!”
“Otherwise, how can Mr. Governor gain the respect of the people?”
He spoke out firmly.
Eileen leaned down and whispered in his ear, “You conspired with Myriad and plotted an attack on Mr. Governor.”
“These two heinous crimes alone are enough to sentence you to death a hundred times over.”
“And also…”
“You must have been involved in the deaths of the Hollands. Am I right?”
Upon hearing the whispered words, Orion paused, and in the next moment, he seemed to have realized something unbelievable.
“Could it be that Quentin…”
Before he could finish his sentence, there was a light piercing sound as a dagger penetrated his heart!
Eileen patted his shoulder. “Some secrets are better taken to the depths of hell with you.”
Orion’s body went limp and he collapsed, his expression filled with shock, as if he had just heard an earth-shattering secret before his demise…
The rest of the Duncan family members were trembling in fear, not daring to make a sound.
Eileen withdrew the dagger, then turned apathetically to the guards, “Split up and carry out my previous instructions.”
“Roger!”
Soon, Anton and several direct descendants of the Duncan family were brought over. Upon seeing Orion lying in a pool of blood, they were filled with rage and despair.
“Dad-” Anton struggled frantically.
But he couldn’t break free from the restraints.
Eileen showed no sympathy. The Duncan family had prospered by siphoning the blood of the Holland family. These people had all received kindness; not one of them was innocent. And Anton, conspiring to frame Charlotte, was deserving of death!
“Take them all away-”
She waved her hand.
“And… tonight’s events, I hope the members of the Duncan family will not spread the word, or else, more than just a few of you will suffer the consequences.”
Those people nodded pale-faced.
Even if they were brainless, at this moment they understood that the person in front of them was not someone they could defy. Defying her would be seeking death.
After settling the matter of Quentin’s arrangements, Eileen went directly to the graves of the Holland family couple. There stood a desolate figure in silence.
“Sir, the things you wanted, I’ve brought them.”
Quentin remained silent as he opened a bottle of wine. “Dad, Mom, this is Orion’s head. I offer it in sacrifice to you.”
“The top four richest families who forced you to commit suicide, two have already met their demise, and there are… two left!”
His voice was filled with melancholy, five years apart from his parents, only to return to find a chasm between them.
The wine was poured out before the grave.
Quentin raised the wine bottle to his lips and drank deeply…
Eileen stood quietly behind him.
In the late night chill, Quentin slowly came to from his grief. He sighed softly, cleaned it up, and said to Eileen, “Let’s go back.”
“Any news about my parents’ bodies?” Quentin asked as they walked. “Even if they were thrown from a several-story building, even if the top four richest families tried to conceal it, it’s impossible not to find their bodies.”
His eyes were deep, his lips moved slightly.
“No news.” Eileen shook her head. “I find it strange too. Our intelligence department is all-pervasive.”
“Even the public network surveillance that Stresall owned at the time was checked, yet no clues were found. With the capabilities of the top four richest families, it’s difficult to hide this kind of thing.”
“Then… keep investigating!” Quentin’s voice was stern. He also hoped there was no news; after all, as long as he hadn’t seen the bodies, there was still a glimmer of hope.
Even if it was faint…