Chapter 1202
Madeline Crawford and Jeremy Whitman
âNo wonder⦠No wonderâ¦â
Lana finally figured everything out!
It was no wonder that every time she troubled Madeline, Yorick always scolded her.
It turned out that the order had come from Ryan himself!
Ryan liked Madeline, so he did not want her to trouble Madeline again and again!
It could also be that her troubling Madeline would ruin Ryanâs plan, so Ryan had asked Yorick to warn her again and again!
âHeh! Hehe, hahahaâ¦â Lana laughed wildly. âIt turns out it was because of this!â
She looked up abruptly at Ryan who was loading the bullets in the gun.
âRyan, youâre way too good at hiding!â
âYou guys are the ones who are too stupid to see it.â Ryan chuckled nonchalantly, lifting Lanaâs chin with the gun. âDid you think that Adam was working for you? I mean, just look at yourself and your siblings. Did you really think that the Stygian Johnson Gang could have gotten to where they were without any help?â
As she listened to Ryanâs humiliating words, Lana gritted her teeth fiercely. âRyan, if you kill me now, you wonât be able to get immunity!â
âHuh.â Ryan smiled disapprovingly and stood up. He pointed the gun at Lanaâs heart. âLana, it isnât me who killed you. Itâs Jeremy, the man who will never love you.â
âWhat?â
Lana had yet to understand his words when the muffled bullet pierced through her heart.
Lanaâs body stiffened in an instant. Her eyes widened, and in the very next second, she lost all senses before falling into a pool of blood.
Ryan took his time wiping his fingerprints off the gun that he was holding before tossing it onto the ground. Then, he took out his phone and called Madeline.
Madeline was on her way back to the family manor when she suddenly received a call from Ryan.
She answered the phone without hesitation and heard Ryanâs faint voice a second after.
âIâm going back to Interpolâs headquarters tomorrow. Iâll leave that box of reagents in the cafe where I met you today. You can go and get it now, but after you hang up, you must turn off your phone.â
Madeline did not know why Ryan had asked her to turn off her phone, but the thought of getting one monthâs worth of reagents made her immediately turn the car back in the direction of the cafe.
After Ryan hung up the phone, he called Madeline again to make sure she had turned off her phone, and she had.
He curled the corners of his lips in satisfaction. He looked at Lana who had died with her eyes open and dialed another number.
As soon as the line was connected, Ryan said in a provoking way, âJeremy, Iâm in the presidential suite of Glendale Hotel with your wife now. What do you think weâll do next?â
He continued saying with a smug smile, âIf you donât believe me, you can try calling your wife and see if her phone is off. Itâs because sheâs taking a shower right now.â
Ryan hung up the phone after speaking and took out the clothes he had prepared. He took a picture and sent it to Jeremy.
Of course, Jeremy did not believe that Madeline would do anything that would hurt him, but the picture of the clothes that Ryan sent him was indeed the clothes that Madeline had been wearing that morning.
In addition to that, he could not get through her phone.
âLinnie.â Jeremyâs heart began to ache, and he immediately drove out.
At that moment, he was convinced that Madeline had to compromise with Ryan for some very important reason.
Although Jeremy did not know what Ryan threatened Madeline with, he guessed that it was most likely for him!
âLinnie, donât do such a stupid thing!â
Jeremy drove the car, speeding and passing through one street after another to rush to Glendale Hotel as quickly as possible.
He took the elevator straight to the presidential suite. As soon as he reached the room, he found that the door was ajar and there was a metallic, fishy smell coming from inside.
Jeremy was too worried about Madeline and did not think twice before pushing the door and entering the room.
As soon as he entered the room, he saw a winding blood trail from the entrance to the coffee table.
He looked up and saw a woman wrapped in a bath towel with her back to him. She was lying in a pool of blood.