His "True Love" Was Fake... So Was My Corpse, Sucker! - Chapter 124: Chapter 124
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Driving back to the company, Marcus immediately sensed something wrong.
A silver Mercedes had been tailing him, maintaining a careful distance.
Eyes narrowing alertly, he accelerated toward the suburban outskirts, heading up into the mountains.
The car behind sped up too.
At a bend, the Mercedes suddenly surged forward, pulling alongside him, neither giving way, mere inches from collision.
The window rolled down, revealing the Ryans' faces twisted with rage.
"Finally found you, Marcus Sullivan. We've been tracking you for days. Seeing you still living it up makes me want to kill you right now!"
"Ryan Corp did so much for you—helping with tax evasion, falsifying contracts, handling troublesome employees. Now you turn your back on us? You promised to fill our financial gaps, but instead brought us down!"
"Since you're heartless, don't blame us for being ruthless. Ryan Corp is destroyed. If we can't live well, neither will you!"
The Ryans had completely lost their minds, faces red with fury, pressing the accelerator recklessly.
The two cars collided violently, sparks flying. The flimsy guardrail cracked open.
Marcus lost control too, ramming back while cursing:
"Are you any better? You're all monsters consumed by greed, sacrificing your own daughter's life, committing countless crimes. How can you claim to be good people!"
Heavy rain poured from the sky. The mountain road, already treacherous, became slick with mud. Tires skidded uncontrollably.
In the downpour, all three lost their sanity, pushing their cars to maximum speed, ramming each other.
Windshields became blurred with muddy water, visibility zero.
With a piercing crash...
The Mercedes and Maybach collided violently, wheels throwing sparks, both cars sliding toward the bottomless cliff.
All grudges and hatred dissipated in that rainy night.
When dawn's first light touched the cliff, only shattered guardrails and scattered tire marks remained.
The last news I saw before boarding was about the Ryans and Sullivans.
[Breaking: Major accident on Montara Mountain last night. Two cars plunged off cliff. Three casualties, no survivors. Cause under investigation. Suicide ruled out, possibly due to unknown dispute...]
[Sullivan Corp declared bankruptcy today. CEO Marcus Sullivan absent from press conference. Meanwhile, Ryan Corp exposed for employee exploitation and tax evasion, facing boycott. Details developing...]
I sighed, feeling no sadness, only relief as a long-held burden finally lifted.
These people were once the most important in my life, yet became the enemies who hurt me deepest.
With this, all love and hate reached their conclusion.
"Olivia, time to board."
Caleb stood bathed in brilliant light, slowly extending his hand to me, the boarding gate open behind him.
"Coming."
I smiled brightly, firmly grasping his hand.
I was going to find true rebirth.
Everything ahead would surely be better—uncertain perhaps, but finally, gloriously free.
As the plane took off, I watched LA grow smaller beneath us, the past shrinking to insignificance as we soared toward our future together.
A silver Mercedes had been tailing him, maintaining a careful distance.
Eyes narrowing alertly, he accelerated toward the suburban outskirts, heading up into the mountains.
The car behind sped up too.
At a bend, the Mercedes suddenly surged forward, pulling alongside him, neither giving way, mere inches from collision.
The window rolled down, revealing the Ryans' faces twisted with rage.
"Finally found you, Marcus Sullivan. We've been tracking you for days. Seeing you still living it up makes me want to kill you right now!"
"Ryan Corp did so much for you—helping with tax evasion, falsifying contracts, handling troublesome employees. Now you turn your back on us? You promised to fill our financial gaps, but instead brought us down!"
"Since you're heartless, don't blame us for being ruthless. Ryan Corp is destroyed. If we can't live well, neither will you!"
The Ryans had completely lost their minds, faces red with fury, pressing the accelerator recklessly.
The two cars collided violently, sparks flying. The flimsy guardrail cracked open.
Marcus lost control too, ramming back while cursing:
"Are you any better? You're all monsters consumed by greed, sacrificing your own daughter's life, committing countless crimes. How can you claim to be good people!"
Heavy rain poured from the sky. The mountain road, already treacherous, became slick with mud. Tires skidded uncontrollably.
In the downpour, all three lost their sanity, pushing their cars to maximum speed, ramming each other.
Windshields became blurred with muddy water, visibility zero.
With a piercing crash...
The Mercedes and Maybach collided violently, wheels throwing sparks, both cars sliding toward the bottomless cliff.
All grudges and hatred dissipated in that rainy night.
When dawn's first light touched the cliff, only shattered guardrails and scattered tire marks remained.
The last news I saw before boarding was about the Ryans and Sullivans.
[Breaking: Major accident on Montara Mountain last night. Two cars plunged off cliff. Three casualties, no survivors. Cause under investigation. Suicide ruled out, possibly due to unknown dispute...]
[Sullivan Corp declared bankruptcy today. CEO Marcus Sullivan absent from press conference. Meanwhile, Ryan Corp exposed for employee exploitation and tax evasion, facing boycott. Details developing...]
I sighed, feeling no sadness, only relief as a long-held burden finally lifted.
These people were once the most important in my life, yet became the enemies who hurt me deepest.
With this, all love and hate reached their conclusion.
"Olivia, time to board."
Caleb stood bathed in brilliant light, slowly extending his hand to me, the boarding gate open behind him.
"Coming."
I smiled brightly, firmly grasping his hand.
I was going to find true rebirth.
Everything ahead would surely be better—uncertain perhaps, but finally, gloriously free.
As the plane took off, I watched LA grow smaller beneath us, the past shrinking to insignificance as we soared toward our future together.
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