Chapter 277
Chapter 277:
Suki touched her face. “But I like looking like her. It pays well p>
Anson slammed the gun down on the desk. Suki flinched at the sound.
“That is not your face,” Anson said, his eyes dark and dangerous. “That is Eliza’s face. You have a similar bone structure — a useful canvas — but you are a cheap copy. You don’t deserve it. Get rid of it, or I will rid you of it myself p>
Suki went pale. She snatched the check and fled the room.
Anson watched her go. “There is only one Eliza,” he whispered. “And she is coming home p>
Back at the penthouse, the elevator chimed.
𝖱𝗲𝖺d 𝗈𝗻 𝖺ny 𝘥𝘦𝗏𝘪𝘤𝗲 о𝗇 ѕ.cоm
Eliza sprinted to the foyer. “Dallas p>
It was Weston. Dallas’s executive assistant. He looked terrible — suit rumpled, eyes shadowed with fatigue. He wouldn’t meet her gaze.
“Weston!” Eliza grabbed his arm. “Where is he? Is he alive? Tell me p>
Weston gently removed her hand and stepped back, maintaining a careful professional distance.
“Mr. Koch is alive, ma’am,” he said stiffly.
Eliza let out a sob of relief, her knees nearly buckling. “Oh, thank God. Where is he? Take me to him p>
“Mr. Koch has been called away to Siberia,” Weston said. The words tasted like ash in his mouth. “An urgent family matter involving his grandmother, Gigi. He left this morning p>
“Siberia?” Eliza frowned. “Without telling me? Without packing a bag p>
“He has clothes there,” Weston said, reciting the script Zane had given him. “He instructed me to tell you that he needs time. To evaluate the marriage p>
“He wants a divorce?” Eliza whispered.
“He didn’t say that.” Weston reached into his pocket and produced a black American Express card, holding it out to her. “He asked me to give you this. For expenses p>
Eliza looked at the card. Heavy, metal, cold. It felt like a payoff — like being handed money to leave quietly.
“I don’t want his money.” She threw the card at Weston. It struck his chest and clattered to the floor. “I want my husband. I want to explain p>
“I’m sorry, Mrs. Koch.” Weston bowed his head. “I have my orders. Mr. Koch also asked me to retrieve his personal effects.” He turned and walked back to the elevator, leaving Eliza alone in the cold foyer.
She stood there, and she knew it was a lie.
Dallas would never leave for a business trip without his laptop. It was still sitting on his desk in the study. She had already checked.
She ran to their bedroom. A large sealed evidence bag from the hospital had been left on the dresser by Weston. Her hands trembled as she tore it open. Inside were the clothes Dallas had been wearing that night, cut to shreds by paramedics, stiff with dried blood.
Her fingers found something hard in the pocket of the ruined suit jacket. She pulled it out.
His wedding ring. Heavy, platinum, stained with a single dark drop of his blood.