Stan was utterly dumbstruck. Really? Was she going that far? Did she really have no will to live, throwing herself into the ocean?"Find her—even if she's dead," Isaac growled just then. He wanted a body even if she was really dead!Stan promptly left and ordered the men to put on their gear for a search effort.Meanwhile, Chad buried his head under his palms. He was still in love with Whitney—he would not have challenged Isaac's wrath to rescue her from prison otherwise. "You're a murderer, Isaac Jefferson!" he bellowed in rage.Isaac's expression was icy, but he did not even glance at Chad. On the other hand, Stan snorted at Chad, knowing that he was messing with the wrong man. "Who murdered her again? She jumped into the sea on her own! Hell, we're going down right now to save her!"Chad's face went red from frustration. "That's not true and you know it!""But it is the truth," Stan said, shrugging at him with a look that basically said 'what-can-you-do-about-that?'

"Hah! Aren't you a smart one?" Samantha did not hide her intentions at all. Despite knowing that Samantha wanted her dead, Irene stayed calm. "You're breaking the law.""I won't leave evidence since I planned to do it," Samantha laughed icily. "Hell, I don't mind getting shot or jailed—I'll make sure that Ricky claims every cent of the Spencer estate. I lose nothing if he lives worry free for the rest of his life! He'll be the sole heir, whether Lionel likes it or not!""Why wouldn't Lionel want to give it to him?" Irene reasoned. "He's Lionel's son—you're being paranoid.""He never cared about Ricky! If he did, he would've divorced your mother long ago!" Naturally, Samantha held a serious grudge against Lionel.What did he take her for? Why did he refuse to make her his legal wife? She just wanted to hold her head high—was it really that wrong? And yet, he insisted on keeping her a mere mistress, subjecting both her and Ricky to all scorn and contempt. "Lionel just wants t

Irene tamely followed the tanned, skinny man, who started to let down his guard since she was compliant. He undid his belt, while urging Irene to undress! Irene appeared to play along, but even as she did, she was looking around for anything she could use as a weapon.There were only rocks and weeds around, but she spotted a sharp rock that she could use. Stamping on the grass as if to make it even, she said, "Just making sure it's not too rough to lie down on."The tanned man was not wary at all, and even praised her for being such a tease. Irene flashed a smile that did not reach her eyes. "How about you take off your clothes and lay them on the ground?""Fine." He was getting undressed anyway, and was actually delighted that she would say that.Irene, however, picked up that sharp rock while he took off his shirt. Gripping it tightly and sneaking close to the man, she smashed it as hard as she could on his jugular, catching him unawares and sending blood spurting.The man

Naturally, Chad doubted her and sneered. "Do you think I'm an idiot? That you could trick me so easily?"Irene forced a smile and kept trying to cajole him. "I'm not lying—I'm being honest here. I have a bone to pick with Isaac Jefferson as well.""What, you have a bone to pick with him too?" Chad remained doubtful."You were saying that you know about us, but do you know what's really going on between us?" Irene patiently reasoned. She was quick on her feet—this way, she could find out about Chad's intentions, along with how much he actually knew about her and Isaac.Chad raised a brow in response. He certainly was not aware of the relationship between Isaac and Irene aside from Whitney's brief mentioning. In fact, he would not have remembered her if his men never reminded him."What else could it be? You're his girl," he replied.Isaac was not married, so she had to be his lover!Irene breathed a sigh of relief then—it turned out that Chad knew about them, but nothing spec

Irene knew for a fact that rich kids like Chad were very afraid of death.Her visage was calm and her words direct. "Let me go."Chad refused. "I doubt you'd kill me."He was convinced that a girl like her would never go that far, unaware that she was a doctor—that anyone brave enough to pick up a scalpel was no coward!Irene simply pressed the sharp glass shard until it broke his skin, and as Chad felt the sharp pain in his neck, and reached up for a touch.His soul almost left him when he felt the warm, sticky sensation of his own blood!"W-Wait a minute!" he stammered nervously."You're trying to humiliate me. I'd really deserve it if I didn't fight back." Having performed surgeries, Irene's hands were steady—she kept pressing the glass shard against Chad, making him feel the pain and kept making him bleed. It would look serious on appearance, but it was hardly life-threatening. After all, a doctor knows the human body from top to bottom, and what could be potentially let