Chapter 643

Chapter 643:
The same technique. The undeniable evidence suggested it was the work of a single person!
Candice knew she needed a moment to regain her composure. It was utterly mind-blowing. This revelation was a complete contradiction to her earlier assumptions.
On the night of her wedding, she had firmly believed that Madilyn and Rachel had colluded to set her up, especially considering they had messed with her drink. But she never anticipated a third party lurking in the shadows.
Also, on the day of the ambassador’s wife’s birthday party, Madilyn and Rachel couldn’t possibly have plotted against her, let alone edited the videos afterward. They were both behind bars.
So, who could this mysterious person be?
The reality was much more convoluted than she had initially thought. From her wedding night to the ambassador’s wife’s birthday party. The same method.
Could it be that the mastermind behind all this wasn’t targeting her?
She only met Milton on her wedding night. There were no prior connections, so it was impossible for them to share a common adversary.
So, was she merely an unwitting pawn in this game?
The true target of the unknown party had always been… Milton!!
As this realization dawned on Candice, a shiver ran down her spine, and she broke into a cold sweat. She suddenly opened the door of the study and sprinted downstairs.
In the living room on the first floor, Milton was still engrossed in his work, even though the midnight hour had struck, indicated by the wall clock. It was clear he had showered not long ago. Adorned in a deep blue silk nightwear, his hair slightly damp, he sat under the comforting yellow illumination. The gentle light framed his features, further accentuated by a pair of silver-rimmed spectacles perched on his nose.
The sound of Candice’s hurried descent drew his attention. He shut his laptop, having just wrapped up his final email of the day. His gaze fell on the frantic Candice, his voice tender. “What’s the matter?”
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This was the first time Candice had seen Milton wearing glasses. She was taken aback. His allure was amplified by the glasses, imbuing him with a scholarly charm that was irresistibly magnetic. Each time she laid eyes on him, it required considerable effort to suppress her feelings of admiration. She swallowed hard.
Milton removed his glasses and set them aside. He didn’t require them for vision correction. They were merely a pair of clear lenses, designed to safeguard his eyes during prolonged computer use.
Candice shook her head, attempting to shake off the distraction of his captivating face.
“Do you know anyone who would want to kill you? Or anyone who would want to bring the Lopez family down?” She posed the questions with grave seriousness.
After a moment of reflection, she concluded that this was the most probable scenario. The adversary’s prime target had been Milton or the Lopez family from the onset. She was merely caught in the crossfire.
Suddenly, Milton advanced, lifting Candice into his arms. His eyes twinkled with teasing amusement. “You should be more concerned about your own safety. It’s Corless who’s out to get you now.”
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