Keaton was on the other end of the phone.

As night fell, a luxury black sports car parked in the hotel parking lot. Keaton was sitting inside it, gripping his phone as he stared in the direction of the hotel room. A fierce look was hidden in his dark eyes.

Denise had taken the bait. All Craig needed to do now was keep appearing, leaving the bait out. He was confident that she would fall for it.

Keaton didn’t want Denise’s mere possessions. Instead, he wanted her life in order to comfort the spirit of his deceased brother—Callan.

As Craig passed by the car, he spotted Keaton, who was the financial backer. However, he didn’t get in. He simply nodded slightly. Their eyes met, and they shared an unspoken understanding.

After Craig left, Keaton sat in the car and smoked a cigarette. The light smoke was carried away by the cold wind, and Keaton's handsome face gradually came into focus. With that said, the malice in his eyes only deepened and refused to dissipate.

At that moment,