Mr. Walker still remembered the first time he saw April. She was wearing a long ck dress, her small face so pale it was almost bloodless. She looked so tragically beautiful, both pitiful and lovely.


    Mr. Walker was smitten at first sight.


    Later, he used his connections with his old ssmate and his official position to frequently appear in April''s life.


    April was at her lowest point then. Mr. Walker, mature and stable, gentle and considerate, also carried the aura of a man in power.


    It didn''t take long for April to fall for him.


    Mr. Walker was very generous with April, buying her a house, a car, designer bags, and all sorts of jewelry. He had pampered her for over a decade.


    When April first got with Mr. Walker, she wasn''t even thirty. Her marriage had been short, and her husband''s busy work schedule meant they hadn''t had any children.


    Over the dozen years she was with Mr. Walker, April had gotten pregnant three times, but each time she miscarried before the three-month mark.


    April had always assumed her health was poor and had been seeing doctors for years to regte her system.


    "I''m still on medication to regte my body. I can''t get pregnant right now," April said, casting him a mock-reproachful nce. She continued, "Besides, you already have your precious daughter. It doesn''t matter whether I have a child or not."


    "If it''s yours, I''ll treasure it even more," Mr. Walker said in a cating tone, pinching her cheek.


    April shifted to sit in hisp, and they yfully teased each other for a while longer. "Has Bet contacted you at all since the Christmas?" Mr. Walker asked suddenly, his arms still around April.


    "At thest reunion, I tried to put in a good word for your precious daughter by saying a few things against his girlfriend. He gave me the cold shoulder after that and hasn''t contacted me since."


    April let out a resentful huff.


    "If he doesn''t contact you, you find an excuse to contact him. Bet''s in the military; see if you can get any internal information out of him. You were his ex-girlfriend''s mentor He''s always respected you over the years."


    Mr. Walker continued to coax her, his arms wrapped around her.


    "Mentor? What kind of mentor am I? Yvonne''s death was indirectly my fault," April said, her eyes darkening as sheughed at herself.


    Yvonne had once been her most promising student, and April had felt guilty about her death for years.


    Mr. Walker, however, waspletely unconcerned. He held April and said dismissively,


    "You can''t me yourself for that. It was that ?ittle brat''s own fault for looking for trouble Instead of beings. a proper police officer, she had to go and be an undercover agent. She was practically asking for it.


    "Still, she had some skill,pletely fooling that idiot Colin. If you hadn''t noticed something was wrong, who knows how much trouble she would have caused for


    us."


    April leaned against Mr. Walker without a word, her memory suddenly shing back several years.


    Back then Colin was Mr. Walker''s right-hand man, and the Gonzalez


    family, who were in the


    beling


    transportation business, had been handling Mr. Walkers smuggling and trafficking operations


    One day, Colin had invited Mr. Walker for drinks at a private club.


    Since Colin was bringing his new girlfriend, it was inconvenient for Mr. Walker to bring Mrs. Walker, so he took April along instead.


    As they approached the private room, April saw the girl nestled in Colin''s arms—it was her star student, Yvonne.


    As a professor at the police academy, April was naturally vignt. She immediately sensed something was wrong and pulled Mr. Walker away.


    Later, Mr. Walker had Yvonne investigated.