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At 4 AM, Anthony Davis received a call from his secretary.
"Mayor, Fristy Davis has been dealt with. Her final words were that the person in the United States is Mrs. Zahn…"
"Alright, I understand."
Anthony Davis set down his mobile phone and stood in front of the window wearing his pajamas.
He pulled open the curtain, and outside, the night was as dense as ink that couldn't dissolve.
Anthony Davis thought that the Ocean at night should also be this color.
Fristy Davis was dead, and his heart felt not the slightest relief; that woman deserved to die long ago, and if she lived until now, it was truly a gift from the Heavens to her.
And he, letting this woman live for so many years, was his incompetence.
Anthony Davis had imagined many possibilities. If Dylan Young hadn't fallen in love with Aya, then to this day, they would also be unaware of the events of that year.
Even at the moment of death, he might never know what the truths hidden in the darkness were.
