Chapter 362 The Real Killer


    While they were on their way, Elliot and his men would continuously tune into the information and directions given by the


    bodyguards who were tracking Anastasia and her kidnappers. Right now, all Elliot could do was pray for her safe return. The


    thought of what those kidnappers might do to her while shey helpless in the car brought an ominous gleam to his eyes, and he


    wanted nothing more than to catch up to that van and kill those kidnappers with his bare hands.


    Even though they were elerating at full speed, he still felt like they were going too slow forfort. If Riley so much as


    touched a single hair on Anastasia’s head, he vowed that he would st them all to kingdome.


    Presently, Anastasia was slowlying to her senses as shey on the ground in an abandoned house somewhere. A sack had


    been pulled over her head, and she could see nothing but darkness, though she did pick up the sounds of footsteps and people


    talking around her.


    She struggled to break free of her restraints as she let out muffled cries. “Mmph!”


    “Stop struggling. Miss Tillman. There’s no way you''re getting out of here alive,” said a weathered male voice.


    For some reason, she found the voice extremely familiar, but she couldn’t match a face to it.


    “You''re just like your mother, scrambling to die by my hands,” drawled a cold voice close to her ear.


    Upon hearing this, Anastasia froze. My mother? Why did this man bring up my mother all of a sudden? Who is he? Judging by


    his words, he could very well have been my mother’s killer all those years ago. Who is he? Who the hell is he?


    These thoughts mored in her headspace, but just as panic and adrenaline filled her, the man spoke up once more. “Would


    you like to know more about your mother before you die, Miss Tillman? She could have actually escaped death all those years


    ago.” There was mock sympathy in his tone as he added, “Do you know who really killed your mother?”


    Anastasia was still trembling with fear, but when she heard this, her fear was intermingled with curiosity. She was desperate, she


    realized, to learn the truth of her mother’s death.


    “The actual person who killed your mother is none other than Old Madam Presgrave!” the man said insidiously, his voice loud


    and clear.


    Although she had a sack over her head, she still struggled and moved around after hearing this, indicating that she refused to


    believe him.


    “Skeptical, are we? Hah! Well, let me tell you exactly what she did when she found out that her precious grandson had been


    kidnapped!” The man borated icily and acerbically, “Old Madam Presgrave personally called up the mayor and told him that if


    he did not save her grandson and left him for dead, she would cripple the entire stock market. Given Presgrave Corporation''s


    power, she could have easily crippled the entire nation’s economy if she wanted to. Hence, she threatened the mayor and


    demanded that he bring her grandson back alive. As expected, the mayor took her threats seriously and quickly called the police


    headquarters.


    “Not daring to dawdle on this, the station dispatched all their avable uniformed officers and ordered them to bring Elliot back


    alive no matter what. Your mother happened to be one of those unfortunate souls who were sent out on the rescue mission. As


    far as Old Madam Presgrave was concerned, her grandson’s life was the only one that mattered, and she couldn''t care less


    about what happened to your mother.”N?vel/Dr(a)ma.Org - Content owner.


    Shock rippled through Anastasia as she listened to the story. She could understand Harriet’s fear of losing her grandson, but she


    didn’t think that the olddy had so forcefully threatened the mayor.


    “As such, your mother got a call from the top brass and went on duty. She could have been spared, but she dashed out to shield


    the little boy and took the stabbing in his ce. She was determined to protect him even though she had taken thirteen stabs to


    the back and practically bled to death. She sacrificed herself for the little young master, all because of one phone call from the


    olddy.”


    Anastasia felt like her heart might burst from the grief and pain. Hot tears welled up in her eyes and spilled over. Is that truly the


    reason why Mom died while on duty all those years ago?


    “Can you imagine how much pain and reluctance your mother must have been in during her time of death? She was going to


    leave behind an adorable daughter who was barely even two years of age! | even heard her whisper, “I’m sorry, Anya...” while


    her life seeped out of her!”


    Anastasia shook her head furiously, not wanting to hear any more of this as torrential anguish seized her.


    “Yet, here you are now, in love with the boy who had been the reason for your mother’s death all those years ago. Do you think


    your mother is going to rest in peace in the great beyond?”


    The man was crouching right in front of her and rubbing a liberal amount of salt in her wounds. The fear in Anastasia was now


    gone, and it was reced by a surge of strong hatred. She knew that the man was her mother’s killer.


    Just then, he let out a bark of ominousughter, and it was such a familiar sound that her mind felt as if it had imploded with the


    recollection. The man was none other than Elliot’s uncle, Riley. It had to be him.


    He was the one who killed my mother all those years ago! The sudden realization filled her with anger as she struggled violently.


    Although she knew she couldn''t do anything, her instincts were urging her to unleash vengeance on this man.