Chapter 6

He trembled as he took out his regular phone, which had been turned off for three days.

The moment it powered on, WeChat messages and texts flooded in like snowflakes.

They were all from his mother-in-law and our mutual friends, and every single one was about my death.

There were even photos of me being loaded into an ambulance, covered in blood.

"No... This can't be..."

Mr. Shaw's face turned ashen, his legs nearly giving out beneath him.

Seeing this, Blaine grabbed him and pulled him up, saying coldly:

"Believe it or not, she's dead as a doornail."

Mr. Shaw stood there, dazed and frozen.

Then, as if he'd gone mad, he started sending voice messages to my WeChat account over and over:

"Scarlett, why aren't you messaging me back?"

"Scarlett, stop pretending."

"Scarlett, I was wrong, I was so wrong!"

"Scarlett, please, just say something!"

Blaine seized Mr. Shaw by the collar, forcefully yanking him out of the driver's seat.