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Her high heels clicked on the floor tiles as she stepped into the office. “Where’s President Kings?”

“Ah, h-he’s gone to the meeting,” sputtered Yvonne.

The woman who just stepped in was the chief secretary. Therefore, it was only natural that she

recognized Yvonne. “Ah, it’s you, Miss Spencer. Why don’t you sit down for a while? Would you like a

drink? Some coffee? Tea?”

The chief secretary arranged three thick folders on Conrad’s desk.

Yvonne stole a quick glance and noticed that they were insurance documents.

Her heart pounded with trepidation, so she blurted the first drink that came to mind, “Umm … if it’s not

too much trouble, do you have any grounded coffee?”

“Why, of course.”

“Thank you.”

“Don’t mention it, Miss Spencer.” The chief secretary briskly walked out of the office.

After Yvonne ensured that the door was closed shut, she hurriedly grabbed the insurance documents.

She initially thought it was the insurance Conrad had bought for her. Alas, her worst fears were

confirmed when she opened the folder. It was a life insurance plan that Conrad had bought for himself,

and he had listed Yvonne as the beneficiary.

In that instant, tears suddenly welled in her eyes as she began to accept the reality that he was truly ill.

She turned her attention to the second insurance contract.

It was an accident insurance. The insurance insured both Yvonne and Ian for ten million dollars.

The insurance even had both their ID numbers.

Yvonne sighed as she continued to read the third document. It was a profit-sharing policy for Ian.

The amount insured was another ten million.

Yvonne suddenly remembered something after she had read all three documents in detail. She

hurriedly scanned the file and discovered that Conrad had bought it for her six months ago …

Six months ago… Isn’t that when Zac arrived in Bloomstead and kidnapped me?

She was sure of it. She had called Conrad, begging for help, but he hadn’t picked up the call. Instead, it

was Veronica who had rescued her and showed her footage from a surveillance camera.

In the video, Conrad was sitting in the office with a girl straddled on his lap.

Why? If I mean nothing to him, then why did he buy me an insurance policy half a year ago and make

me the beneficiary?

An answer came to mind …

Could this all be an act on Conrad’s part?

He clearly had her contact information yet chose not to contact her.

He obviously knew where Ian lived. So why hadn’t he visited him?

Conrad constantly threatened to take Ian away, yet he had made no concrete moves.

Yvonne mulled over the onslaught of information. At the end of the day, it was too much for her to bear

as her knees wobbled, and she fell to the ground.

She clutched the contract close to her chest as her hands trembled uncontrollably. Finally, she couldn’t

hold back her tears and broke down in uncontrollable sobs.

Yvonne placed the documents back on the desk and sat on a couch in the lounge room.

Not long after, the chief secretary brought her a cup of coffee. “Miss Spencer, please take your time.

President Kings is currently in a meeting. He’ll be with you as soon as the meeting is over.”

Yvonne sniffled as she tried to wipe away her tears discretely. “Okay. I’ll wait.”

“Miss Spencer, are you crying? Is everything okay?”

Yvonne nodded her head. “It’s fine. Everything’s fine.”

The chief secretary clearly wanted to say something but bit her tongue out of professionalism. “All right,

please let me know if you need anything else.” Then, she turned and left.

As soon as the door shut, Yvonne couldn’t stop bawling.

Excruciating pain tore through her heart. It didn’t hurt like this the time she and Conrad had a

misunderstanding. It even hurt more than the time he suggested they break up.

Why is this happening?

She sobbed as an oppressive sense of despair overwhelmed her entire being.

The office door opened, and Conrad entered the room. He stared at her. “W-Why are you still here?”

Yvonne choked back tears. Her face was red and blotchy from crying, and she looked at him with tears

in her eyes.

She saw the face she knew so well, as calm, dignified, and charming as ever. The instant she was

reminded that the man she loved didn’t have much time left, agony gripped her heart.

Conrad didn’t say anything upon seeing her tears; he offered no words of consolation. Instead, he sat

down at his desk and began sorting out a pile of documents.

This blatant attempt at ignoring Yvonne confirmed her suspicions.

There’s no doubt about it! Conrad knew he had cancer. That’s why he deliberately chose not to answer

my calls. That’s why he had an affair with another woman.

Both Conrad and Zac were friends. After she planted evidence on Zac to frame Conrad, Zac spared

Conrad’s life, knowing that his friend was fighting cancer.

This line of reasoning made too much sense.

She braced herself as she staggered towards Conrad.

She stumbled over, gripped his desk, and mumbled, “Are you hiding something from me?”

Conrad didn’t look up from the documents he was reading. She immediately noticed that he had

already hidden the insurance policies away.

“No.” Conrad’s answer was curt and matter-of-fact as if he wasn’t dying from cancer.

That wasn’t the answer Yvonne was looking for as she stood mutely by the desk. For a long time, she

didn’t know what to say; tears wordlessly rolled down her face.

Her fingers scratched against the desk in anxiety. Finally, after she watched on as Conrad signed some

of the documents, she bit the bullet and muttered through gritted teeth, “I … read the insurance

documents.”

Conrad’s hand wavered as soon as he heard what she had said. Then, he violently slammed the pen

against the table. “How dare you go through my things?”