"Do the Things as Your Fiancé Should Do"

Cynthia looked at him indifferently, her calm gaze like that of watching a fish struggling in a muddy pit. "This is a good thing I specifically sought out from the black market. It's worth a fortune. Not only can it help people relax, but it can also make them feel lightheaded."

"Of course, it also has a simple and understandable name, 'Obedient Water.'"

She had thought Dalton was a smart man, one who would know to be wise and reveal the mastermind and their motives.

But to her surprise, he was the kind who wouldn't shed a tear until he saw the coffin.

Since that was the case, she had no intention of holding back, just as Dalton had schemed against her uncle Henry.

As she turned to leave, Dalton tried to grab her.

But before his fingertips could even touch Cynthia's clothing, Carl kicked him aside.

He staggered and fell to the ground, clutching his chest, trying to suppress the bloody taste rising in his mouth. "Miss, Miss Shannon... you, cough, cough, come back..."