Elliot got up from the sofa. He intended to return to his room to get some rest. Dawn was fast approaching, and he still had not gotten any sleep.

In a few hours, he would be speaking to Edward and Ted as Gary's representative.

That day was destined to be an unusual day, whether Christopher died or not.

Just as his hand landed on the doorknob, he heard Hayden's door swing open.

He looked to Hayden's room. Their eyes met. Despite not speaking, they knew what weighed on the other's mind.

Hayden had not expected Elliot to stay up. He did not think that Elliot would stay up till three in the morning.

It looked like Elliot had trusted his plan to work. Elliot, on the other hand, saw the results of the plan in Hayden's expression.

"Christopher is dead," Hayden said.

Elliot immediately looked at his phone. There were no calls or messages.

"Are you sure?" he asked.

"Are you doubting me?" Hayden said coldly.

"Did you hire someone to do it?" Elliot no longer felt sleepy. He walke