Chapter 143

A million dollars. Just the cost of one night's entertainment for him. Yet it had driven the woman he loved most to her death.

Sea burials were common in Seaview City—ashes scattered into the ocean depths. They'd discussed it once during happier times.

He remembered her wrinkling her nose in refusal. "Andrew, I'd get lost."

She always believed the dead should rest in the earth. Otherwise, their souls would lose their way in the afterlife. That foolish girl feared nothing more than being lost.

Yet to save Daniel's life, she'd given up even that final comfort. Signing the organ donation agreement meant she could never be buried properly. How desperate must she have been?

"Mr. Lucas—" The two attendants recoiled from the madness in his bloodshot eyes, fleeing in panic.

Andrew's trembling fingers traced Susan's charred face. "I'm taking you home."

His voice shattered. "You won't get lost. Wait for me... when I walk that road too."

The fire investigation pointed to arson. But with all surveillance footage destroyed, the case went cold.

The news faded quickly, leaving behind a tragic legend.

They said the Lucas heir abandoned his engagement for true love—only for his beloved to perish. He'd brushed her hair himself, placed the jade comb in her casket, and buried her with all the rites of a lawful wife.

Nicole Capra repeatedly denied the rumors, insisting the canceled engagement was due to her poor health. Her fans believed her—after all, who could imagine one woman captivating three elite bachelors simultaneously?

One month later, Lucas Corporation headquarters.

Leo Miller stared at his phone, fingers shaking. The headline screamed: "Nation's First Love Susan Thompson Stuns in New Perfume Campaign."

There she was—a vision in white, holding a perfume bottle, smiling among flowers. The very woman who'd supposedly burned to death a month ago.

Leo swallowed hard. Should he tell his already unhinged boss about this resurrected ex-wife?