Chapter 181


    Angeline had an untainted aura. Her eyes and brows carried the bliss of a girl who was cherished


    since childhood. There was also the arrogant, confident, and extraordinary aura that emanated from


    her very being as a schr-tyrant.


    Whether it was the specialbination of strength and gentleness that was etched deep in her core


    or her exceptional and pure otherworldly aura, she was simply too outstanding.


    Rose, on the other hand, wore attire with vibrant colors that were pieced together. She looked


    devastated with tears streaming down her face. She clearly had beautiful features and an alluring


    body, but every advantage portrayed on her just seemed like a reckless waste of God''s creation.


    She had seeded in concealing her superior qualities and highlighting the unrefined side of


    herself as a country bumpkin.


    Seven years ago, Angeline and Rose were total opposites.


    A great astonishment manifested on Jay’s handsome face. Why, after seven years, did Rose reflect


    so many vivid shadows that belonged to Angeline?


    Just as he slipped into a reverie, the honking sound of a car rang out.


    When Jay zoned back in from his distraction, he saw Angeline''s car tipping over, smashing into the


    railing and rolling down the cliff. Rose, however, was nowhere to be seen.


    "Rewind, Grayson!" Jay stared at the huge screen with great concentration.


    Grayson dragged the clip back to the section where Angeline''s car broke down and punched the


    y button.


    At this moment, Angeline''s red car began shaking violently. The tire underneath the driver''s seat


    started emitting smoke. Sitting in the driver''s seat, Angeline tried to roll down her window to get out,


    but it would not budge. Angeline kept hitting the window in panic. Helplessness and despair crept


    up her originally calm face.


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    She pulled out her mobile phone. There was no way of telling who she was calling, nor was it clear


    if the call went through, but Jay knew from the way her mouth moved that she was calling out ''Jay''.


    After experiencing a brief period of panic and helplessness, the car suddenly rolled over and


    crashed into the railing next to it. At that very moment, Rose just so happened to be walking toward


    the front nk of the red car.


    When Angeline''s car rolled down the cliff, Rose was already nowhere to be seen.


    The clip continued to y, but Jay''s brain had already stopped working.


    His eyes, which were densely covered with frost all year round, suddenly melted as crystal-clear


    tears flowed out of them.


    Today, he watched the scenes that he had not been brave enough to watch in thest few years


    and realized how desperate and helpless Angeline felt in the moments leading up to her death. She


    had been screaming his name continuously at that time, hoping so badly to hear his voice again in


    the final moments o f her life. That day, he was having a very important meeting in the meeting


    room, hence his mobile phone was switched off.


    When he switched on his phone again after the meeting and received 13 missed calls from her, he


    felt inexplicably anxious and frightened.


    He recalled the famous painting ‘The Last Supper'', where Jesus was brutally murdered after having


    a meal with his 12 disciples. The number 13 was an ominous number for both him and Angeline.


    He remembered how his hand started to tremble when he held the phone as he returned Angeline''s


    call anxiously. Unfortunately, the operator on the other end said, "The number you have dialed is not


    in service."


    At that very moment, everything went dark and he nearly knelt to the ground. 2


    In no time at all, the devastating news about


    Angeline''s ident was confirmed. He, however, had failed to shed a single tear. He sat in the bar


    and drank himself into a stupor. He waster sent to the intensive care unit for alcohol intolerance.


    When he was discharged from the hospital three dayster, Angeline''s funeral procession was


    already over.


    Every time he was reminded of Angeline, the agony would wash over him. He was not usually a


    man who liked to express his emotions. There were many women turning circles around him, but


    not once did h e spare them a nce.