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    Her steps wobbled deliberately, her posture unsteady. Her acting was impable—she even staggered like she might copse at any moment.


    “Christina!” Lorraine called, rushing to her side, pretending concern. “Careful.”


    “Okay.” Christina hupped, her cheeks rosy, her smilenguid and sloppy. “Thanks…” she mumbled in a convincing drunken slur.


    To anyone watching, she lookedpletely intoxicated—but behind that haze, her mind was razor-sharp.


    Lorraine’s fleeting smirk of triumph didn’t go unnoticed. Christina’s lips curved into a faint, tipsy smile, her breath warm with wine—a perfect disguise.


    Lorraine helped her into the car, then gave the driver a deliberate nod.


    They were meant to trail behind the Millers’ vehicle, but soon the gap widened.


    Before they were even halfway home, the car turned off the main road—heading somewhere entirely different.


    The city lights dimmed one by one as the car sped toward the outskirts.


    The traffic thinned out, and the scenery grew increasingly barren.


    Christina, feigning deep drunkenness, hung limply against Lorraine, motionless as a rag doll.


    “Christina,” Lorraine whispered.


    When there was no reply, her tone sharpened. “Christina!”


    Still nothing. Lorraine shook her roughly, then pinched her arm hard for good measure.


    Christina merely frowned and let out a faint whimper before sinking back into her feigned slumber.


    A cruel smile curved Lorraine’s lips. “Did you ever imagine it would end like this, Christina?” She turned to the driver. “Pull over.”


    The driver eased the car to the side of the empty road.


    “First, you’re going to rough me up a little,” Lorraine ordered, her voice colder than the night air. “Make it look real, but don’t overdo it. Then, you’ll send her off the cliff.”


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    The driver’s gaze flickered toward the unconscious woman sprawled across the seat.


    “If I go down that cliff with her,” he asked hesitantly, “you’ll keep your promise, right? You’ll get the best doctors for my kid, pay for the surgery, and make sure my family’s taken care of?”


    He didn’t trust Lorraine—not for a second. He’d already prepared insurance—if she betrayed him, their entire conversation would see the light of day.


    “Of course,” Lorraine scoffed. “As long as you die with her, I’ll keep my word. Your family will have everything they need.”


    A shadow of malice shed in her eyes. In her eyes, this driver was just a fool. Desperation made people stupid.


    Dead men told no tales—and she had no ns to let his family draw another breath either. Once he and Christina were gone, she’d have his family silenced too.


    “I hope you mean what you say, Ms. Reynolds,” the driver said bluntly. “Otherwise, a friend of mine will release proof that you hired me to kill her.”


    “Are you threatening me?” Lorraine narrowed her eyes, a glint of danger cutting through her expression.


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