As Faye drove home, her hands trembled on the steering wheel. The image of her father crashing into Horace''s car yed over and over in her mind. Though she hated Horace and had wanted to see them turn on each other, she had never imagined Horace would die at her father''s hands.


    But soon, that fear was reced by a stronger instinct for self-preservation.


    If her father ever found out that she had deliberately quoted a higher price to Horace, escting their conflict and forcing him to kill... Faye shivered again.


    Then she thought about everything her father had done over the years-forcing her mother into a divorce, nning to take a billion dors to go live happily ever after with his mistress and their son.


    Faye''s resolve hardened. A scumbag like that didn''t deserve to be her father.


    She pulled the car over to the side of the road, and with shaking hands, took out a second phone. She sent the full video she had just recorded anonymously to the city police department''s public tip line.


    After that was done, she popped out the SIM card, snapped it in two, and threw it out the car window.


    Her mother had already gone to her grandparents'' house tonight, and Faye didn''t dare go home. She would have to find somewhere else to stay for the night.


    Yeaton Manor.


    Back home, Rnd poured himself a drink to calm his shattered nerves. After a few sses, he began to rx, convincing himself that eliminating the threat of Horace had been absolutely necessary. Once the divorce was final, he could take Cathie and his precious son and leave the country for good.


    The greatest frustration of Rnd''s life was not being able to have his son openly acknowledged by the Yeaton family. Once he divorced, married Cathie, and made his son legitimate, the gossip would finally end.


    Just then, the doorbell rang urgently. He froze. Who would be looking for him thiste?


    Rnd wasn''t too suspicious. What he''d done tonight had been silent and swift. That kid hadn''t even had time to scream before sinking to the bottom of the river.


    He walked to the door and saw a man he didn''t recognize. He opened it, annoyed. "Who is it? What do you want?"


    Suddenly, a group of uniformed officers rushed out from behind the man. "Police!" one of them shouted.


    A inclothes detective leading


    them shed a badge, his expression.grim. "Mr. Rnd Yeaton, we''ve received a tip that you are connected to a homicide at the east pier tonight. Pleasee with us to the station for questioning."


    All the color drained from Rnd''s face. The rush of adrenaline swept away the alcohol, leaving him stone-cold sober. How could they be here so fast? Who reported it?


    Before Rnd could grab anything, he was firmly escorted into a police car. Not far away, in a car with its lights off, Faye watched the scene unfold. The knot of anxiety inher chest finally loosened.


    She knew that once her father was taken away, he was unlikely to evere out again. The video evidence she provided was irrefutable, enough to destroy his reputation and ensure he''d rot in prison.


    All she had to do now was find a way, as his daughter, to im the billion-dor fortune he had stashed abroad and live the rest of her life in peace.


    She really had to thank her father for leaving her a billion dors.


    As for his mistress and her son, they wouldn''t get a single cent of her father''s


    assets. She would make them the disgrace of the family, and see how they could possibly hold their heads up again.


    Faye''s mind was already churning with vicious ns.


    Meanwhile, in Vanessa''s vi, she was about to pour herself a ss of red wine when Laverne snatched it away, "Vanessa, you can''t be drinking now. Your priority is to take care of your body and have Mr. Wells''s baby."