After Dirvorce I become a SheEO by Vada Weeks

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After Dirvorce I become a SheEO Chapter 583

Chapter 583 The Precious One

A You’re nothing more than a sickly sprout who lives for today with no tomorrow!”

“Today, I, Clarence, will descend into hell first. Soon enough, you’ll join me! I’ll be waiting for you down there!” With

those words, Clarence took a leap. His laughter was as maniacal as ever.

“Without me, the Powell family will still stand strong! But I can’t say the same for your royal family! Haha!” Robert

quickly rushed forward, attempting to grab hold of Clarence, but he was a step too late.

As Lincoln arrived at the base, what he saw was Clarence plummeting. The man fell right in front of him, less than a

hundred meters away. He hurried forward, picking Clarence up.

“Clarence! You are not allowed to die!

You’ve got to survive!” Fresh blood gushed from Clarence’s mouth. Looking at Lincoln, his smile was particularly

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smug…

“Not just your father, but also your woman…” “Join me… in hell! Hahaha…” Clarence burst into laughter again. In

that laughter, his breath stopped, his eyes staring wide, refusing to close in death.

Lincoln gripped his collar tightly, called his name, shaking his body, but Clarence had already stopped breathing.

The antidote! The antidote! These two words kept echoing in his mind.

“Clarence!” Robert came downstairs. Seeing this scene, he immediately rushed forward. Once Clarence was

confirmed dead, Robert turned to Lincoln and said, “Lincoln, stay calm. He’s already dead.

He’s dead!”

Lincoln’s eyes were deep, filled with a fierce cold light.

“How do you suggest I stay calm, Uncle?” “The one l’a risk everything to protect, I’ve left her life in the hands of a

dead man!”

He couldn’t control his emotions any longer. His bloodshot eyes gleamed menacingly. Lincoln took out his gun,

aimed at Clarence, and crazily pulled the trigger. When had the usually calm Lincoln ever shown such a

breakdown? This was a sight Robert was witnessing for the first time. He understood even more how important

Zayla was to him…

“Lincoln, Clarence is already dead. Even if you riddle his body with a thousand holes, what good will it do?”

“Stay calm. You must stay calm! Zayla is still waiting for you to save her!” Zayla… At that moment, Lincoln, almost

like a wild beast, gradually calmed down. Meanwhile, Jefferson had also arrived.

He stepped out of the building to see Clarence, now a bullet-riddled mess. Jefferson held his fist to his mouth,

coughing lightly. Just then, Miriam was brought in.

Miriam didn’t notice the dead man on the ground. Instead, she looked straight at Jefferson and said, “It’s cold

outside. You’re barely dressed. How could you come out here?” Jefferson looked up, saw Miriam, and was

momentarily speechless. Jefferson looked at Robert and said, “Clean this up.” When Miriam heard Robert, she

followed his gaze. Clarence lay in a pool of blood, his eyes wide open, his body full of bullet holes. Miriam began to

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tremble uncontrollably. Clarence was dead… But what about her daughter? She had been forced to do all of this for

her biological daughter!

But now, the only lead was gone. There was nothing left. She had been forced to board Clarence’s sinking ship, to

do things for him, only to end up empty-handed…

She hadn’t saved her daughter, and she had harmed someone else’s daughter… Grief and guilt washed over her

like a tide. Just then, Jefferson’s voice sounded again…

“Lincoln, come with me.”

As his voice fell, Jefferson turned and walked into the building.

Lincoln steadied his emotions and followed Jefferson’s steps. Joining them on the twelfth floor was Miriam.

“I’ve heard about Zayla’s poisoning from Ward. Lincoln, I know you’re desperate, but I don’t think Zayla would want

to see you like this.”

It wasn’t happening to him, so there was no true empathy. All Jefferson could do was advise his son.

“The Five Poisons, a long-lost poison, is rumored to be made from five highly toxic substances.”

“As for the antidote formula, it has been lost for a thousand years, but…”

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