Chapter 8 He Actually Hid My Body

• Roy quickly said, "Mr. Bolton, I've hired over a hundred expert divers and thousands of boatmen. We've done a thorough search from the incident site to downstream, but there's still no sign of Mrs. Bolton."
• Only then did the tight furrow on Luke's brow relax. He leaned back in his chair, a contemptuous smirk curling at the corner of his mouth.
• "What did I tell you? She's always been good at putting on a show. That's enough—tell everyone to come back, there's no need to keep looking."
• Roy still seemed a bit uneasy. "Even if Mrs. Bolton didn't commit suicide, she's still missing. What if—"
• "She's probably just hiding out somewhere, throwing a tantrum. No need to worry. Once she's done sulking, she'll come back."
• After hanging up the phone, Luke stared at the picture of us on his desk, lost in thought.
• It was taken when I was 17, right after we played tennis together. The sun was shining, and I was smiling so brightly.
• I could see the nostalgia in Luke's eyes.
• How laughable. Nostalgia? For the old me?
• The very person who took my smile away was him—my executioner!
• "Luke!" Anna's voice interrupted.
• She locked the door behind her and sat straight onto Luke's lap.
• Luke tried to push her away. "Anna, stop fooling around!"
• "Luke, you wanted me so many times last night. You obviously love me too, so why are you pretending to be a gentleman now?"
• Anna pressed her chest against his arm, her breath warm against his ear. "This is the room Chloe used to live in. Doesn't that make it more exciting?"
• Anna, that shameless mistress, even wanted to taint the last clean space I had.
• "Get out! Both of you, get out!"
• I screamed with all my might, rage boiling inside me, but they acted as if they didn't hear a thing.
• There was no lust in Luke's eyes, though. Instead, there was a trace of caution.
• "Anna, we agreed—just last night and that's it."
• "Luke, don't worry, I won't tell anyone. It's not like you're losing out on anything. I just miss you."
• As she spoke, she grabbed Luke's hand and placed it on her chest. "Feel my heart. Isn't it beating fast?"
• But Luke didn't react like he did last night. Instead, he pushed her away directly.
• "I have something to take care of. I'm leaving now."
• With his departure, my body was forced to follow.
• Before leaving, I glanced back. Anna had a sullen expression that made her look more like a ghost than me.
• She whispered, "Luke, it's a pity Chloe will never come back."
• Her voice was so low that Luke couldn't hear it, but I could clearly see her lips moving.
• My death was definitely related to Anna!
• It was Anna who killed me!
• I desperately wanted to pounce on her and make her pay, but I couldn't get closer than nine feet away from Luke.
• I could only watch helplessly as Anna's disgustingly evil face drifted farther away.
• Luke started the car.
• I sat in the passenger seat, watching the scenery rush by on both sides, thinking, could the person who killed me have been a hitman hired by Anna?
• No, that person, though masked, had sharp eyes that felt familiar. I must have seen him somewhere before.
• After I died last night, my consciousness had separated, and before I could identify him, I had already appeared next to Luke.
• After that person killed me, he threw the wedding dress into the water. So where is my body?
• I don't understand. If he just wanted to kill me, he could have disposed of the wedding dress and me together cleanly.
• If it was for money, the wedding dress itself was worth millions. Even if the clothes couldn't be sold as stolen goods, he could have dismantled the diamonds on it and sold them on the black market.
• The photos provided by the police showed the wedding dress was intact except for the knife wounds.
• What does Anna know?