Love Burned, She Rose Unscathed



The voice on the other end had said just one thing, "Zip it. If it's not your place to speak, then don't. Otherwise, I won't hesitate to silence you." With that, the call was abruptly ended.

The driver held his phone, his shirt already drenched with sweat.

...

As night fell, Murray stood before the floor-to-ceiling windows, motionless as if in deep meditation.

He watched as the sun dipped below the horizon, the sky gradually swallowed by darkness, and shadows began to creep from every unseen corner.

When the night fully descended, the man's tall figure was reflected in the glass.

Suddenly, he picked up his phone and dialed a number.

The call was quickly answered.

Murray: "Having fun, Corley?"

There was a slight pause on the other end: "Murray, what's gotten into you now?"

He smirked: "Didn't Micah give you a call?"

Micah was the name of the driver.

Silence fell on the other end.

Murray said, "He must've told you, the guy's still alive, right?"

Corley said nothing.

"What a pity. Micah was too scared to do the deed properly, so technically, I can't be charged with conspiracy or incitement. Your grand plan just went down the drain."

Corley's tone darkened. "...When did you figure it out?"

"Come on, we've been brothers for so many years. You know me well, how could you think I wouldn't understand you?"

Beverley had cut off all financial support to Maisie and her son, even had them kicked out of the hotel.

Yet, they continued to live well, moving into another five-star hotel and showing up at the company every day.

Without someone backing them, how could they have lasted so long?

Corley chuckled lightly: "I underestimated you."

"Why?" Murray was furious as he spoke. "Why set me up?"

They were brothers, but Corley was determined to see him behind bars!

If Micah had actually killed them, without a doubt, he would be

arrested. To lessen his punishment,

he would naturally point to the

mastermind behind the plan

Conspiracy to commit murder, involving two ves no less

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big deal out of it.

Headlines screaming about a rich kid taking lives, hiring a hitman - can you imagine the public outrage?

The ultimate goal was to sway the trial with public opinion, aiming for a harsher sentence.

This whole strategy would have ensured Murray, despite all his power, couldn't escape punishment. "Corley, that's cold."

"Heh...didn't you see it all coming?"

Murray had predicted Micah wouldn't dare to go through with the murder, and that he was the puppeteer behind it all.

Murray clenched his teeth: "I treated you like a brother. Why? Because of Roseanne?"

"Ha...brothers?" Corley suddenly burst into laughter, "I wish I'd never been your brother!"

Murray laughed too, revealing the root cause: "Exactly, we were brothers, so Roseanne would never choose you."

Corley's laughter abruptly stopped.

"You think putting me away will change the fact? In Roseanne's eyes, you, Corley, are just her ex's good buddy. No woman with her self-respect would go for that, much less someone as principled as she iş.

"Shut up!"

"What? Struck a nerve? Ha...Corley, to think you'd see this day! Serves you right!"

Given Corley's caution, his scheme shouldn't have been so sloppy.

So much so that when Murray first sensed something was off, he never suspected Corley.

Too many flaws, too many giveaways.

Corley was smart, how could he slip up?

But Murray forgot, no one remains calm and collected forever. Mistakes are made when one is rushed or under pressure.