"You don't need to be so smug... Because those with malicious hearts will never have a good ending."
"Do you believe it? Heaven will never side with the wicked."
"Mr. Scott, you say Jackson will be your heir, but I advise you not to teach him your ways. I hope Jackson can bring good fortune to his descendants in the future."
Rachel Foster's icy voice echoed in his ears...
Kingsly Scott's forehead was beaded with sweat, his brows tightly furrowed, his eyes closed, and his thick black lashes trembling...
Rachel's voice grew clearer, colder, more haunting...
Suddenly, Kingsly's eyes snapped open, and he sat in bed.
His black silk pajamas were soaked with sweat, his entire body drenched.
Kingsly touched his forehead, his brows knitted together. The last image in his mind was Rachel's cold, piercing gaze.
The intense pain radiating from his head forced him to lean against the headboard, his once stern and handsome face now completely covered in sweat.
