Chapter 3

The next day, right in front of Richard, I burned the box containing Lily’s hair and the USB drive in the kitchen fireplace.

He let out a huge sigh of relief.

Just when I thought my job was done, he walked up behind me and whispered, "Come to my room tonight."

Late at night.

Richard stood by the window holding a glass of red wine. When he heard me come in, he smiled and hugged me from behind. "I feel so safe with you around."

I didn't love Richard.

If he wasn't filthy rich, I wouldn't even look at him, let alone work as his maid.

Suppressing the disgust in my chest, I forced a fake smile. "Last night you said you killed someone. It wasn't... Lily, was it?"

The moment I mentioned her name, Richard's face went completely stiff.

"Once you get a taste, you want more."

Richard started touching me, but I stepped aside. "Let’s talk about business first."

Rumors had started spreading at the company about Lily. But they didn't mention Richard. Instead, the rumors claimed Lily was a homewrecker who slept around with married men for money.

The rumor spread from the company Slack channels to TikTok and Twitter. Angry netizens quickly doxxed Lily.

They demanded the company fire this "easy girl."

To save the company's face and get rid of the headache, Richard planned to fire her. But then he changed his mind. Lily was too unpredictable. He needed to keep her under his thumb.

So, he called her into his office again.

But Lily was already on the verge of a mental breakdown from the cyberbullying. When she heard Richard wanted to fire her and keep her as his secret mistress, she completely snapped. She grabbed a pair of desk scissors and held them against her own neck.

"Mr. Harrison, what did I ever do to deserve this? Why are you destroying my life!"

Lily screamed in pure despair. Blood was already dripping down the scissors.

"So you're saying... Lily committed suicide?" I looked straight into Richard’s eyes.

He pulled out a pair of scissors from his drawer. "Yeah. These scissors. Who knew they would actually end her life."

I took the scissors. They were polished clean, without a single speck of dust.

"You cleaned them?"

Richard nodded. "I washed the blood off. But even if it was suicide, the scandal would ruin me. So I kept it quiet and hired some people to clean up the mess."

I stared at the scissors for a long time. I ran my finger gently over the blade. It didn't even feel that sharp.

Suicide?

Ha.

My Lily would never be that foolish.

I pretended to believe him. "If she committed suicide, then you're innocent. Why are you so desperate to destroy this evidence?"

"No, no, no," Richard said, panic written all over his face. "I'm... I'm just worried the cops might get the wrong idea."

The wrong idea?

A clear conscience fears no knock at the door.

"Richard, if you don't tell me the whole truth, I can't help you." I wrapped my arms around him, pressing my body against his.

I kissed his cheek gently.

Richard couldn't resist. "Lana, you are a thousand times better than that little brat."

Under my temptation, Richard quickly pulled out a torn, blood-stained white shirt.

"Look at this. That girl was so stubborn!"

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