Smiling from her spot upstairs, Harper held her phone to her ear and spoke softly, “Very well. Are you sure the car burned completely?”
On the other end, Barrister Noah replied confidently, “I promise you, Adrian is history.... there won’t even be ashes left to find.”
Harper smiled in satisfaction,
“You know what? This calls for a celebration. You should come over so we can toast to it.”
Without waiting for his response, she ended the call and descended the stairs to the living room. She collapsed onto the couch, laughing hysterically,
“Adrian! Adrian! Adrian! You’re such an i***t. Oh, my dear husband, I’m truly sorry… but you had to die. It’s the only way to stop Camellia from coming back to us. As long as I breathe, neither Granny, Uncle, nor anyone else in the family will ever know
