After being humiliated by Marcus countless times, I wasn't sure if I could ever trust anyone again.
Yet, at this moment, I had no choice but to pin all my hopes on Marcus.
Inwardly, I found myself praying, piece by piece, hoping Marcus could find my body.
That way, the truth would finally come to light!
Three days later, while in a meeting, Marcus received a call from the police station: "Mr. West, the photos your assistant sent over indeed have issues."
"Can you come over now?"
Marcus showed no reaction as he hung up, his face a mask of indifference. He then signed his name on the last page of the document on the table, his movements were fluid and decisive.
Raising his eyes, he cast a cold gaze over the surrounding executives, his chiseled profile exuding a cold aura: "The meeting
