Before getting into the car, Anderson finally turned around and looked back.

The police cars blocked most of his view, but he could still see Ayanna lying in a pool of blood through the dispersing crowd. She was lying on her back, looking incredibly peaceful, with no trace of bitterness.

Ayanna...

Ollie, who sat in the limousine, called out for his father to get in, saying that the dead person is the nasty lady.

He paused for a moment before getting into the car.

Once they got back to the Templeton Villa, Anderson felt an inexplicable unease.

He felt a sense of satisfaction, but every time he closed his eyes, he saw the image of Ayanna’s death. Turning over, he wanted to embrace Talia, thinking that perhaps having sex would stop his mind from wandering.

Talia ducked out of his reach.

She kept a three-feet distance from her husband. Looking up at the dark ceiling, she said in a flat tone that she was tired.

For the first time, she was afraid, finding her husband too ruthless.