This storage room was one she often entered and exited. She knew the arrangement of everything inside very well.
A small unfamiliar leather suitcase placed deep in the corner caught her attention.
She pried it open. A stack of unfamiliar documents appeared before her eyes. After only a few pages, all the blood in her body rushed to her head.
The writing on the documents swayed in front of her vision like countless knives, cutting into her heart again and again.
Fifty million, four million, eight million.
Every single entry was followed by "international transfer".
She suddenly remembered what Jeremy had said before leaving.
"I never asked you for a single penny. I have been running the BBQ restaurant. I have been sending you money."
She had taken it as a lie at the time. Now...
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