Raventon sat by the sea, where rivers poured into the vast ocean.
The MRC building stood close to that estuary.
The car had been running for a while now. Through the window, the bridge over the river slowly came into view.
As the speed picked up, Jameson finally started to realize something was off. Nervously clutching the passenger seat, his voice quivered:
"Sweetheart, don't do anything crazy, okay? Look at you now—successful, beautiful—dying with me would be such a waste! Let's talk about the money later, your life's more important, okay?"
Lauren let out a cold, sarcastic laugh.
Coward. His fear of death hit the nail on the head.
Going down with him would definitely be a waste.
She hadn't even seen her child grow up yet. Why should she throw her life away becau
