Chapter 529: Chapter 529: Miles Hawthorne Is Dead
Claire Monroe looked at Walker Grant again. "And how much do you know?"
Walker Grant said, "About the same as you."
Claire Monroe raised an eyebrow. "Well, that makes things difficult."
After a pause, she asked, "Why would the Holloway family’s precious, pampered daughter target you?"
The question was for Chloe Reed.
Chloe Reed lowered her gaze, her lips twisting into a scornful smile. "Yes, I’d like to know that myself."
’Could my parentage be connected to the Holloway family?’
’In fact, should Vera Holloway and I have had our identities swapped?’
’Vera Holloway was worried that everything she has would be taken away, so she sent someone to have me killed.’
’As long as I’m dead, the Holloways will never know that Vera isn’t their biological daughter.’
Chloe Reed’s eyes turned cold, and the hands hanging by her sides clenched into fists.
Walker Grant took her hand and said in a low voice, "Relax."
Chloe Reed looked at him. "What do we do now?"
"You have to become stronger—strong enough to protect yourself. That’s the only way you can face the dangers to come," Walker Grant said in a deep voice, his eyes fixed on her.
Chloe Reed nodded. "Okay, I understand."
Watching from the side, Claire Monroe raised an eyebrow. "Sounds pretty dangerous."
Chloe Reed looked at her. "Thank you for your help. If it wasn’t for you, I wouldn’t know any of this."
"He paid," Claire Monroe said, gesturing toward Walker Grant with her chin. A smile played on her lips. "I’m a simple person. As long as the pay is good enough, I’ll do anything."
Chloe Reed smiled. "You certainly are straightforward. I like your style."
Claire Monroe laughed. "If you have any business in the future, you can look me up. Let’s exchange contact info."
With that, she pulled out her phone.
Chloe Reed didn’t refuse, and the two exchanged contact information.
Just then, a bodyguard rushed over. "Mr. Grant, bad news! Miles Hawthorne isn’t going to make it!"
The prolonged torture had already pushed Miles Hawthorne to his limits, and the forced hypnosis only hastened his death.
The basement was equipped with a simple infirmary.
The smell of antiseptic filled the room. Miles Hawthorne lay on a medical bed, the blood cleaned from his emaciated frame. His eyes were gradually losing focus.
"Miles."
Just then, a soft voice called out.
Miles’s eyelashes fluttered, and his eyes regained a sliver of focus. He saw Chloe Reed standing beside him.
He gazed at her face, suddenly recalling when he first came back to the country. Before he knew her true identity, they had been friends and had gotten along well.
He struggled to force a smile. "If only you weren’t you," he said.
His words were disjointed, but Chloe Reed understood exactly what he meant.
She looked down at him, her expression indifferent. "Is there anything else you want to say?"
Miles closed his eyes. After a long moment, he said, "I don’t regret anything I’ve done. So go on, hate me. If I had another chance, I’d still do whatever it takes to kill you."
Chloe Reed’s hands clenched into fists.
She turned away and walked straight out of the infirmary.
Miles listened to her receding footsteps and let out a soft, weary sigh. ’It’s finally over,’ he thought.
’Miss Vera, I’ve finally repaid my debt to you for saving my life.’
...
Chloe Reed was in low spirits. Everything that had happened felt like a dream.
When Miles had first returned to the country, he had been so good to her. They had gotten along so well. But then, everything changed.
She had faced one danger after another, and all of them had been orchestrated by the very friend she trusted.
