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Tracy looked up and flashed a gentle smile. “Yes? What’s on your mind?”
“I… I have a question for you,” Jeffrey’s voice trembled.
Tracy’s expression remained warm. “Go ahead. What would you like to ask?”
Jeffrey hesitated before finally voicing his concern. “What’s your relationship with Brian
White?”
Tracy let out a light chuckle. “I’m his secretary.”
Jeffrey’s fists clenched at his sides. “I mean outside of work.”
Tracy’s smile didn’t waver. “It’s strictly professional,” she replied smoothly.
But the more she tried to convince him, the more doubtful he became.
“I heard you’re dating him. Is that true?”
For the first time, Tracy’s expression faltered, if only slightly. “My relationship with him is personal. Don’t you think you’re prying a little too much?”
“Then do you know… he has a fiancée? And–And yet you’re still with him? Don’t you feel any–any shame?”
Jeffrey’s voice shook as he spoke his usual habit when upset. Exactly what Tracy had hoped for.
The moment she met him, she had a strong suspicion about who he was.
She had heard whispers about Rachel’s autistic brother–the one who stuttered. And now, hearing him, she was sure of it.
She just needed to push him a little further, make him lose control. That would be her opening.
Tracy smirked. “Oh, I know all about it. Brian and his fiancée already ended things. He and I? We go way back–childhood sweethearts, first loves. It’s all perfectly normal. So tell me, why should I feel ashamed?”
Tracy’s voice was steady, every word deliberate.
“You claim they broke up? Where’s the proof?”
Tracy calmly pulled out a business card. “They were supposed to try their wedding outfits last week, but they cancelled it. Don’t believe me? This is that boutique’s number. Go ahead, ask them yourself.”
Jeffrey, always skeptical, immediately pulled out his phone and made a call.
Moments later, his expression darkened with disappointment.
“See? I wasn’t lying, was I?” Tracy’s voice was filled with mock innocence.
“That still doesn’t prove they’re over,” Jeffrey insisted.
Tracy shrugged. “Still don’t believe me? Try this number. The wedding banquet’s been canceled too.”
Jeffrey dialed the number, and sure enough, the response matched exactly what she had said.
“Everything I told you is true. I haven’t lied,” Tracy reiterated, her tone unwavering.
Jeffrey’s hands balled into fists, his veins standing out as his lips quivered. “Fine. Then tell me when exactly did you two get together?”
Tracy calmly gave him a date.
Jeffrey listened carefully–and then it hit him. “So, you’re saying my sister and Brian ended things peacefully? That’s a lie. The truth is… you destroyed their relationship.”
Tracy pretended to be startled. “What?”
“The day you claim you two got together, my sister was still with him. That means… you
were the other woman.”
Just saying those words took nearly all of Jeffrey’s strength.
Tracy’s expression shifted. “And even if that’s true, what difference does it make? Brian loves me more than anyone. He and I are meant to be together. Your sister? She has nothing–no power, no status. Her father doesn’t care about her, her mother passed away early, and she’s stuck looking after you. Tell me, what kind of man would want a wife like that?”
“Ugh… ah…” Jeffrey was so overwhelmed with anger that he couldn’t force out a single word. His entire body shook as hot tears streamed down his face. They say that when
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Tage reaches its peak, words become impossible.
Jeffrey was living proof of that.
Tracy wasn’t done yet–she wanted to push him over the edge.
“Tsk… Look at yourself. You’re pathetic, a complete fool. Honestly, Rachel must be miserable having a brother like you. If I were her, I’d rather end it all than be stuck with such a burden.”
“Ah…” Jeffrey’s eyes burned with rage, his entire body trembling like a fragile leaf in a
storm.
Beads of sweat rolled down his forehead.
He wanted to fight back, to say something–anything–but his lips trembled too much to form words.
In the end, all he could do was sob and wail.
Tracy’s lips curled into a victorious smile as she burst into laughter.
In that moment, all Jeffrey could see was Tracy’s face–her wicked, arrogant laughter echoing in his mind.
If words wouldn’t work, then actions would.
His eyes darted around the room until they landed on a small knife on the table. Without a second thought, he grabbed it and lunged at Tracy.
He had nothing left to lose.
If this was the price to make Tracy pay for what she did to his sister, then so be it.
That was his only thought as he raised the blade.
“Ah! You maniac! Stop! Do you have a death wish?” Tracy screamed, scrambling to
away.
“You’re right. I don’t want to live anymore,” Jeffrey said, his voice ice–cold. “But before I
go, I’ll make sure my sister gets justice. You destroyed her life, and I won’t let you get away with it.”
He kept coming for her, relentless.
Tracy’s heart pounded wildly. The gleam of the knife sent chills down her spine.
“Think, Jeffrey! If you kill me, you’ll pay the price too. Do you really think your sister
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would want you to be sentenced to death for this?”
Her words struck a nerve.
Jeffrey stopped in his tracks, hesitation flickering in his eyes.
But it didn’t last. Gritting his teeth, he growled, “It doesn’t matter. My life means nothing. As long as I can get justice for her, I’ll do whatever it takes.”
Realizing that Jeffrey was beyond reason, Tracy scrambled to come up with a way out.
Raising her voice, she broke into sobs. “Please, I beg you! I was wrong! It’s all my fault! Don’t do this–just calm down!”
It didn’t take long for the noise to draw attention from outside.
But since this was Brian’s office, no one dared to barge in.
Instead, they rushed off to find him.
When Brian arrived, the door was still shut, but Tracy’s desperate sobs carried through. “Please! Don’t kill me! I swear, I didn’t seduce him. You’re mistaken!”
Jeffrey wasn’t listening anymore. He tightened his grip on the knife and kept moving forward.
At that moment, the door burst open.
“Brian, help me!” Tracy shrieked, running straight into Brian’s arms, looking utterly pathetic.
“I was so scared… I thought I was going to die!”
Brian’s sharp eyes locked onto Jeffrey. “Put the knife down. Now.”
The moment Jeffrey saw Brian, he froze.
Seizing the opportunity, Brian swiftly nudged Tracy toward Ronald before extending his hand toward Jeffrey. “Jeffrey, that knife isn’t just dangerous to others–it’s dangerous to you. Hand it over.”
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