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Among them stood a gaunt middle-aged man in a baseball cap, hands trembling as he approached the desk. It was Cohen. He removed his cap and looked up at the officer before him. Tears streamed down his face—not from fear, but from something closer to relief.
“Sir,” he said hoarsely, “I want to confess. And I want to report.”
His voice trembled, yet carried a strange, unburdened quality.
“My name is Cohen Archer. I was Kolton Cooper’s assistant.” He swallowed hard. “Twenty years ago, Kolton Cooper personally murdered his elder brother, Kyle Cooper. I was his aplice.”
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Kyle Cooper’s death had long been ruled an ident, and Zoey had borne the stigma for two decades. Now the truth came crashing down—Kolton was not only today’s monster, but a fratricidal murderer from the past. Crime upon crime, each etched permanently into history.
Against such overwhelming revtions, the mysterious death of Axell, head of the Nelson family, barely registered. It faded into irrelevance. Law enforcement was stretched to its limit, fully absorbed in assisting the military’s purge of Cooper Group’s remnants. No one had time to reopen a closed home invasion murder case.
And so, amid the chaos, someone slipped quietly into the shadows—and vanished without a trace.
Outside the police station, Rosanna stepped out with firm resolve, her high heels striking the pavement in sharp, deliberate clicks. Thick bandages wrapped around her face, exposing only her eyes and mouth, giving her an odd and slightly unsettling appearance. Yet amid the turmoil gripping Wront’s streets—police sirens ring, vehicles racing past, nerves stretched to breaking—no one spared her a second nce.
She paused on the steps and narrowed her eyes at the distant Cooper Group building. ck smoke rolled into the sky, and military trucks and armored vehicles thundered down the road, deepening the sense of chaos swallowing the city. There was no fear in her gaze—only a trace of cold satisfaction.
“Well, Cooper Group has finally reached its end,” she muttered, lips curling into a sneer, every word steeped in quiet malice.
Whether it was Mariana or Kiley—those Cooper women who had once looked down on her—they were probably scrambling like rats abandoning a sinking ship. That was exactly how it should be. They deserved to crumble. Only when everyone fell into ruin did the world feel fair.
Rosanna felt no sympathy for the Cooper family. On the contrary, she wished to see them wiped out entirely. Her mind had already moved on to two clear goals: first, she would use the Nelson family’s money to travel to Heliana and have her face repaired, ensuring it would emerge more captivating than before. Second, once she returned, she would settle scores with the two people she hated most—Maia and Ss.
A ck business vehicle waited quietly by the roadside. Rosanna opened the door and slid into the back seat. “To the airport. I want a direct flight to Heliana.”
The driver didn’t move right away. He turned around with an uneasy expression. “Mrs. Nelson, all flights have been canceled today. And with the military takeover, the highways are sealed. No vehicles are allowed to leave.”
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