Chapter 7
That afternoon, Elsie received a call from a senior member of the Johnson family, asking her to fly abroad immediately to meet with a high–profile figure.
Elsie didn’t suspect a thing and left the country without hesitation.
Two weeks later, news came from abroad that Elsie had died in a car accident caused by a drunk. driver.
When I heard the news, I showed no outward reaction, but inside, waves of emotion churned.
Those in the Capital City’s elite circles played their games ruthlessly.
In those two weeks, the high–profile figure had indeed been negotiating with Elsie and was even finalizing contract details with her.
Then, just like that, she was gone.
Their patience in playing these games was chilling.
Vt reminded me of something Daniel Johnson had once said to me when introducing me to these circles: “Dealing with people like this is like bargaining with tigers. The only reason I introduced to them is because I trust you, and I can shield you if necessary. Otherwise, I wouldn’t dare.”
I had met Daniel through business.
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At the time, he wanted to venture into the internet sector but didn’t have the time to build something from scratch.
So, he sought to acquire an established internet company.
One of my companies fit the bill–it wasn’t large, but it had a solid foundation and a clean reputation.
When I realized that Daniel was someone I couldn’t afford to offend and that he was reasonable in his dealings, I immediately agreed to the acquisition.
After that, we worked on several projects together.
His internet ventures were part of a higher–level agenda involving “media manipulation.”
During that period, we worked tirelessly, day and night. In the end, our efforts in controlling public
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pinion comnibuted significantly to a strategle victory for the upper echelons.
A could say Bandel and I forged a bond through shared struggle.
It was during this time that Daniel developed feelings for me, but I rejected him.
Later, he helped me expand my network.
While I was reminiscing about my history with Daniel, my phone rang. It was Troy,
For the past two weeks, he had been staying at home. Even though I ignored him, he never left.
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I picked up the call but didn’t say anything.
Troy’s weak voice came through. “Rachel, I was wrong. But I love you.”
His tone set off alarm bells in my head.
“Let’s have dinner together tonight,” I replied, trying to steady him. I was worried he might attempt
suicide.
No matter what, he did love me.
Even if his ingrained sense of superiority made him harbor prejudices about my background and never truly believe in me, he had never betrayed me.
Despite everything, he had always loved me.
Even if I planned to divorce him, I wanted him to be okay.
“Did you figure it out? Are you trying to keep me calm?”
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“It’s too late, Rachel. I’m already dying.”
His voice was heartbreaking.
When I rushed home, he wasn’t there.
I went to his parents‘ house, where my in–laws treated me with uncharacteristic warmth.
I didn’t have time for pleasantries and asked if Troy had been there. They said no.
From that day on, Troy disappeared from my life.
fell into a deep depression, questioning whether I had been too harsh. He had admitted his mistakes and was willing to change.
Why hadn’t I given him another chance?
But now, regret was pointless.
I thought my feelings of regret mirrored the remorse Troy must have felt back then.
Years passed. My business grew even larger, and my headquarters moved to the Capital City.
Daniel and I grew closer, and another top–secret project brought us back to working side by side for an extended period.
One drunken night, he made a bold move, and I half–heartedly resisted before giving in. We ended up together.
After the project concluded, Daniel and I got married.
But ever since, I’ve had the eerie feeling that someone was watching me. No matter how hard I looked, I couldn’t find them.