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This is what he repeatedly called true love.
The person before me seems to be more than just Marcus Grant five years later.
Back then, his face still showed some pallor when he killed me.
Today, with this push, his expression remained unchanged.
I clenched my fists tightly.
“Feeling relieved?”
I shifted my gaze.
“Emily, I know I was wrong. Those years, every day I regretted. For you…”
“Shut up!”
I didn’t want to listen to another word he might say.
Marcus Grant’s gaze darkened again.
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Then he laughed.
“At two in the morning, is this the time you were waiting for?”
Two in the morning, the moment the coroner announced, in his previous life, Grandpa Grant truly passed away.
“Emily, you think without the Harper Family, you can team up with a crippled Leonard Grant and
win?”
“I’ll let you witness today, who truly wins and who loses!”
Marcus Grant dragged me into the car, heading straight to Grant Manor.
Just as we entered the gates of Grant Manor, Marcus Grant’s phone began to ring.
He answered it; it seemed someone was telling him that Old Master Grant had passed away.
Everyone in the Grant Family and Grant Corporation was already under Marcus Grant’s control.
The servants in the manor appeared frantic, yet they were all respectful towards Marcus Grant.
In front of Old Master Grant’s bedroom, it was densely packed with people.
Marcus Grant’s bodyguards and thugs had the manor surrounded so tightly not even water could escape.
Seeing Marcus Grant arrive: “President Grant!”
The victor and the defeated were clearly apparent.
