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Chapter 120: Everyone will die

Reginald sat in the driver's seat, casting a sidelong glance at her hands. Seeing that she hadn't actually discarded the candy, his expression softened slightly. At least she had some sense.

Wordsworth’s Consortium, as the most influential financial group in the PHOENIXFELL Empire, had its headquarters in a prime location in Phoenixfell City.

The CEO's office was spacious, with a color scheme of black and gray, exuding a luxurious yet mysteriously dark atmosphere.

Reginald stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, and from his perspective, all that met his eyes were the industries of Wordsworth’s Consortium, including the harbor.

He stood there, tall and imposing, his back exuding an air of coldness.

On the desk behind him, a curved computer screen played a video. The footage showed a funeral parlor.

Heloise, dressed in a black dress, walked step by step from the funeral parlor, holding Harriet's ashes. Her

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