Barry’s face darkened as he watched her movements.
His entire body tensed up.
Back then, in order to get the formula, he had burned Amanda and the bastard child in her belly alive.
Over the years, he might have felt a trace of guilt when he dreamt of her, but when he saw billions pouring into his accounts, that sliver of remorse was devoured by the promise of a bright future.
“Twelve shrimp, three abalone, three sugarcane shrimp balls. These were Amanda’s favorite dishes. When she ate, she’d start with the abalone, then the shrimp balls, and finally the twelve juicy shrimp. She only ever took a tiny bit of wasabi but could have a bit more vinegar, and she always added exactly four chili peppers. Same habits, same preferences—are you seriously going to tell me this is a coincidence?”
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