Chapter 1328 Unjust Death


    The dawn had shaken off the grip of night, but the shadows under J''s eyes still clung on,


    remnants of a restless slumber.


    Her mind, a haunted house, had been infested with nightmares. Faceless figures prowled through


    her dreams, hungry for her peace, or Vivi—her face a crimson mask—cried out usations of


    injustice from beyond the grave.


    This spectral onught had left J with a mncholy that clung to her like a second skin.


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    Yet, she rallied. Gathering her things, she steeled herself for the day''s work.


    Her husband, Brandon, took in her pallidplexion with a furrowed brow. Genuine concerncing


    his words, he suggested, "Maybe you should consider taking the day off? I fear Vivi''s kin might stir


    up a storm at the studio and you could get caught in the crossfire."


    But J was unyielding. Her voice, a whisperced with iron, responded, "The studio''s still in its


    infancy, and we''re already navigating such a crisis. It''s crucial that I''m there, guiding it through. I


    can''t abandon my crew or show a hint of fear."


    Brandon found himself in the face of an immovable object. He conceded, a solemn nod to his white


    g. "At least promise to be cautious. If anything goes south, I want to hear from you immediately."


    J reached up, pressing a reassuring kiss to Brandon''s cheek. "Don''t worry," she soothed. "We''ll


    weather this storm."


    Just as she was about to step into her shoes, her phone rang.


    Lexi''s voice breezed through the phone line, her


    tone as unruffled as ever. "Boss, when can I expect you? The studio''s electricity bill is overdue, and


    we need to settle it."


    J stilled before replying calmly, "I''m on my way.


    Just hold on."


    Without a word, Brandon bent to help J with her shoes. Once the call ended, he asked,


    curiosity tugging at his brows, "Is something amiss at the studio?"


    J''s fingers danced across her phone screen as she shared, "Lexi footed the electricity bill—a


    grand, a few days ago. There''s no way we''re in arrears."


    His frown deepened, a portent of stormy weather. "Something''s off."


    Her brow creased in worry, J nodded. "Trouble might have already found its way to the studio,


    and Lexi could be in its crosshairs. Her call could have been a veiled plea for help. I need to get


    there as soon as possible."


    Brandon held out his hand, an unspoken offer of solidarity. "Let''s face this together. We''ll take the


    security detail with us. Whateveres our way, we''ll navigate through."


    Her lips pressed into a thin line, J nodded.


    As they journeyed to the studio, J restlessly shifted in her seat. "Please speed up. I fear for


    Lexi."


    Brandon''s hand tightened around hers, his words a soothing balm. "Lexi will be okay."


    Tears brimmed in J''s eyes, her voice quivering as she confessed, "If anything happens to Lexi,


    I''ll never forgive myself."


    "Don''t worry." Brandon leaned in, his voice aforting nket. "The security team is already en


    route. They''ll keep Lexi safe."


    The reassurance offered by Brandon breathed a moment''s respite into J''s fraught nerves.


    Yet, the calm was fleeting, her heartbeat quickening


    again as she contemted the impending confrontation.


    Could this chaos be the handiwork of the puppet master she was yet to unmask? Was this turmoil


    another thread in their intricate web of conspiracy? And most importantly, how was she to counter


    it?


    A single misstep could have catastrophic consequences, potentially escting the crisis and


    tarnishing the Larson family''s and the White family''s standing.


    These dire thoughts fanned the mes of her anxiety.


    A heavy burden settled in her chest, a stone sinking into the depths of a stillke, pulling her down


    with its weight.


    The only sce Brandon could offer was the reassuring squeeze of his hand, a silent promise of


    unwavering support. Yet, he couldn''t shake off the feeling of helplessness that hung around J


    like a specter.


    In the silence, the car came to a halt before the studio entrance.


    The sight that greeted J was a chilling confirmation of her worst fears.


    The studio was engulfed by a sea of people, waves of chatter crashing against its walls. The


    cacophony was a storm of voices, the subjects of their heated debates lost to the chaos.


    The moment the media sharks spotted Brandon''s car, they swarmed towards it, circling like


    vultures. Their cameras were a barrage of shes, their questions were bullets fired relentlessly


    through the car doors.


    "Miss White, what''s your perspective on Vivi''s tragic demise?"


    "Miss White, whispers of your involvement in Vivi''s death are swirling. Any truth to these ims?"


    "Miss White..."


    The questions rained down, each a thirsty plea for J''s response.