Yorrick was a wolf in sheep’s clothing in the business world.
People thought that he was a good-for-nothing rich kid but didn’t realize that underestimating your rivals
in the business world was the deadliest thing.
Nolan looked through the files that Yorrick gave him, and it had pictures of the oldest newspaper in
Yaramoor, and the dates were from decades ago The snow fell outside the window in Yaramoor.
The confers along the streets were covered in balls of snow and frost.
Madam Knowles walked to the nursing home with a poodle in hand while a bodyguard was walking next
to her, holding an umbrella.
When they got to the door, the bodyguard closed the umbrella and handed it to the staff.
The people there welcomed her enthusiastically and brought her to the room on the first floor.
She let the bodyguards wait outside.
When the nurse pushed the door open, an old person was lying in bed, breathing with the help of a
ventilator.
The man’s face was gaunt, tortured by sickness, weak and ugly.
It was hard to imagine that this was once a handsome and charming man, the Knowles’ heir, Sam
Knowles.
Madam Knowles stood at the end of the bed and put the poodle she was holding down.
She walked along the bed and looked down at Sam, who had trouble breathing.
Sam slowly opened his eyes, and the finger that was covered in warts moved.
Madam Knowles leaned in closer to him with a neutral expression.
“Are you trying to say something?” The hot breath fogged up the oxygen mask, but he didn’t make a
sound.
Madam Knowles ran her fingers over the few strands of hair left on his head.
“I guess there’s nothing more to say, but me, I miss you.
If I didn’t marry your father when we were young.
I would have married you.” Sam’s eyes were hazy.
He slowly closed them as if he wasn’t interested in listening, “I found Noilace.
Your family put all your hopes on this child, but I won’t allow that.” Madam Knowes sniggered and added,
“I’m keeping your son, and daughter-in-law captured and let you live so long, but you chose this instead.
Honestly, I don’t want to see you die.” Sam didn’t react Madam Knowles leaned next to him and laughed.
“I have a secret to tell you before you leave.
She moved close to his ear.
“Her, I killed her.” Sam’s finger moved again while a tear fell from the corner of his eye.
When she left the room, the oxygen mask was removed from the man in the bed.
At Octavia, at the Clifford manor… The maid walked to Thomas Clifford and said something.
His hand that was holding a pen paused, and the ink spread on the paper.
“Sam passed away.” Thomas sniggered and looked at the maid through the corner of his eyes.
“What about Rick Knowles?” The maid answered, “Locked up by Madam Knowles.” He waved the maid
away, looked outside the window solemnly, and mumbled.” Simmone, the people who murdered you
have gotten what they deserved.
I have avenged you.” The car drove through the streets.
Quincy, who was in the passenger seat, picked up a call and paused before slowly turning to look at the
person in the back seat.
“Mr.
Goldmann, Tristan called and said that Sam Knowles has passed away.” Nolan frowned.
“How did he die? Quincy answered.
“The media reported that he passed away in a nursing home The media knew that Sam was sick, but
hearing about his death was still a shock.
“By the way, only Madam Knowles is accepting interviews while Sam’s son, Rick, is nowhere to be
found.” Quincy pondered.
“I think Madam Knowles has them locked up.”
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