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    Matt had frequently heard Nigel describe Be as a remarkable woman, though he had his doubts. Now, he could witness it for himself.


    Be sure was Wyatt Thompson''s daughter, with an inherent air of authority and an intense presence that could make most men defer to her.


    "Ms. Thompson, what exactly do you want to know?" Matt''s voice trembled as he spoke.


    Be''s tone was serious as she asked, "Uncle Matt, other than Grandpa Nigel, you''re probably the only one who knows the truth about Grant''s crime back then. I need you to tell me how that girl died, and how you and Grandpa Nigel got rid of her body afterward."


    Matt was at a loss for words.


    "If you refuse to tell me, with the resources of my family, it''s only a matter of time before I uncover the truth myself," Be smirked, her tone carrying an implicit threat. "Once I do, who knows where things will go from there?"


    "Ms. Thompson, you must understand the gravity of this situation!" Matt eximed, his voice trembling and his face pale. "It involves the Salvador family patriarch, and the entire family''s reputation is at stake. If this gets out, the entire Salvador Corporation could face a massive crisis! Old Master Nigel''s health is declining day by day. If something were to happen to the Salvador family, how could he possibly bear it?"


    Be''s gaze burned with intensity. "Grandpa Nigel has myplete trust and affection. He means as much to me as my own father. I give you my word that I''ll be discreet. I won''t let anything happen to him."


    After a long hesitation, Matt shut his eyes tightly and finally spoke.


    "It was done with a knife."


    Be pressed on. "How many times? Once? Twice?"


    "Over a dozen... Her neck, her chest, her abdomen... I can''t remember exactly how many times. I just recall that her body was covered in knife wounds, and her blood soaked the entire carpet."


    Be felt anger surging to her chest as she took a deep breath.


    Just looking at Grant, with his refined demeanor and polite mannerisms, who would ever associate him with such a brutal, deranged killer?


    Matt just revealed the shocking truth.


    "Young Master Grant is his eldest grandson. Old Master Nigel had no choice but to do everything he could to cover it up," Matt said, slumping back in his seat. "I cleaned the scene, burned the bloodstained carpet, staged her death as a suicide by jumping, and used all our connections to secure a death certificate. We had her cremated as quickly as possible."


    Be knew the rest of the story.


    Be''s eyes turned red, her heart brimming with fury. Grant''s actions were unforgivable, but what about Grandpa Nigel? He covered up his grandson''s crime and erased the life of an innocent girl. How was Be supposed to face that kind, caring old man in the future?


    "Ms. Thompson, please don''t worry," Matt said earnestly. "Old Master Nigel will do everything to secure Young Master Justin''s position in the family. Even if Young Master Grant recoverspletely, the Salvador Corporation''s heir will never be him. All of Old Master Nigel''s shares and inheritance are intended solely for Young Master Justin!


    "Old Master Nigel had long seen through Grant''s true nature, fearing him and secretly keeping his distance from him. By supporting Young Master Justin, he not only shows his genuine affection but also protects Justin, safeguarding him from any potential retaliation from Grant."


    Be''s heart grew heavy, and she took a deep breath. "Uncle Matt, while I can''t forgive or condone what you and Grandpa Nigel did, I appreciate you telling me the truth."


    With that, she opened the car door and stepped out, burdened by her thoughts.


    "Ms. Be!" Steven rushed over. "Young Master Ralph is just ahead. He seems to be on duty!"


    Be''s eyes widened slightly, and she walked forward cautiously, not wanting to disturb Ralph.


    Just then, Ralph, along with a few inclothes officers, was loading three suspects into a police car. Seeing his younger sister here surprised him.


    "Be, what are you doing here?!"


    Be walked over and asked, "Just handling some personal matters. Ralph, who are these...?"


    Ralph kicked the tire hard, his voice full of resentment. "Drug traffickers."


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    "You idiot, why so tense? With me here, who would dare touch my sister? I''d beat them to a pulp!" Ralph shed a smug grin, looking every bit the defiant rogue.


    At the mention of drugs, Be could not help but think of Justin, her heart tightening.


    Ralph let out a weary sigh and frowned. "Recently, there''s been a new drug spreading underground here in Savrow. It''s disturbingly reminiscent of that one from before."


    "What kind of drug?" Be asked.


    "They call it Crystal Ice."


    As he spoke, Ralph held up a small packet of blue pills, disying them for her to see.