Owen's face turned ashen in an instant. He stared blankly at his phone screen, certain he'd misheard.
His voice shook as he demanded, "What did you just say?"
"While taking the curve earlier, the car plunged off the cliff. Ms. Paxton, she..."
The voice on the other end dropped to a whisper, as if struggling to continue.
Owen gave a harsh, mocking laugh, cutting him off coldly. "Did Jane put you up to this? How much did she pay you to lie? Do you know what happens to people who deceive me? They don't last till morning."
The man fell silent, the line dead for a moment before he stammered, "Mr. Wright, I work for you—you think I'd lie? It's true. Reporters are live at the scene. Just check your phone."
At this, Owen's heart sank like a stone.
Slowly, he pulled out his phone. The screen
