The Billionaire's Tragedy

hoed down the dimly lit hallway as he stormed o

a sense of urgency. As he rounded the corner, he bumped into Liana, his person

," she stated calmly and gently, attempti

nd terse. "And did I ask you to talk?" He brushed past her without a se

ed his sleek black car, the engine purring to life as he got into the driver's seat. He let

voice from the phone call echoed in hi

he wondered, his

the thought of the unknown weighing

uestion hung in the air, creating a

ons left by the mysterious caller. As he attempted to determine the caller's identity and m

n his thoughts, he wondered what was lur

ading to a cemetery. Before he got to the cemetery,

hopped out of his car, an

. Quinn placed the flower he bought in f

d not have left you that day and

g from his phone interrupted hi

a message came in from Kak

from 'Girlie' his

ed at the message, foll

shut his eyes. Almost imme

sage from Girlie

the name Girlie if something is bothering

re replying. "Someone toy

sent, and he slowly raised

's talk later." He sent, logged o

onds before the c

who owns the number," he said, cutting the call

called him earlier to the

sent the number

answered

to start." Quinn nodded as if she

ck again. I'm sorry for murdering you," he st

nd hopped inside his vehicle. Quinn drove

onference room, where the meeting had been held earlier. When he arrived, his business partners greeted him and recognized his presence as he sat at the head of the table. The meeting commenced, and as the conversat

tes," one of the partners said, direct

ft him on edge, and the sight of his uncle only added to his anxiety. He knew that Uncle Williams had always been envi

his personal, important business get in the way. He refocused on the topic, deter

ts and discussed the company's overall success. The mood was professional but tense, as

ed unusually quiet. Uncle William's gaze darted around the table, as if looking for

s today. I'm curious to know your thoughts on our c

sudden attention. He kept staring at Quinn as he spoke; he was

Uncle Williams approached Quinn, glaring at him before departing. Quinn

ajamas and lay down on the bed, but his thoughts kept wandering back to the mysterious call. As he to

t it was nice that she wanted his opinion on a culinary topic. Sitting up on the bed

macaroni and cheese venture. You can listen to the

on the Kakao Talk app, with a warm exchange of goodnight, Quinn logged out just as

nt to find ou

contin