The Secret Heir Return To Wealth And Love

The serene private graveyard of a renowned entrepreneur was desecrated in a shocking act of vandalism.

A fresh grave had been dug up, the ashes within scattered to the winds. The night's rain had turned them into a grim paste with the mud.

Worse still, the tombstone bore the mark of Satan, crudely etched by the intruder's hand.Content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

The media plastered images of the grieving couple, the entrepreneur and his wife, in utter despair amidst the ruins of their sanctity. The shock triggered a heart attack in the husband, rushing him to the hospital.

When Rosalynn received the news, she was in her executive office, savoring a rich cup of coffee while gazing out of the panoramic windows.

She then flicked through her phone, opening a secret album to review several incriminating videos. There was footage of the Satanic symbol being drawn on Robert's tombstone, the grave desecration, and the callous scattering of Robert's ashes.d2

Unbeknownst to Rosalynn, the person she hired had peed on Robert's urn before departing.

With a sigh, Rosalynn turned off her phone screen, sipping her coffee as she looked out at the clear blue sky. If her family couldn't live in peace, neither would his spirit find rest.

A knock at the door broke her reverie.

"Come in." She said.

Sean entered, looking a bit worn.

"Aren't you headed to the Island Project the day after tomorrow? Why aren't you home with your folks?" Rosalynn asked with genuine surprise.

Sean offered a wry smile. "My parents joined a cruise to sail around the world. They left without so much as a goodbye, and even cleared out the fridge. Not a scrap left. I had to ask relatives to find out where they'd gone."

"It's good for the elderly to have their own adventures," Rosalynn replied, walking back to her desk to put down her coffee. "Did Annie get in touch with you?"

Sean, visibly shocked, confirmed, "How did you know?"

Annie had been symbolically detained back home for a few months but was extradited back two months ago. Now she was already handling affairs for the Rosso family with vigor and decisiveness. "What did she say?" Rosalynn pressed.

"Someone desecrated Robert's grave, scattered his ashes," Sean said gravely. "Ms. Annie... she asked if you were involved."

"Yes," Rosalynn responded without hesitation. "I ordered it."

Hearing her answer, Sean was momentarily taken aback.

"The other night, thinking about what those two had done, I couldn't find a moment's peace," Rosalynn said, turning to the window again. "We were supposed to have a family reunion last year." Sean didn't know what had happened to Wayne, but before the accident last year, President Silverman had been relatively healthy, aside from his old stomach issue and Secretary Tesdal's faked death and disappearance.

"So, did she also ask you about my stance on the Rosso family?" Rosalynn's voice drew Sean back from his thoughts.

"She did."

"And how did you respond?"

"Of course, I said I wasn't sure and that she should contact you directly."

"Good." Rosalynn nodded slightly. "If she calls again, keep saying that."

Two people, comrades in arms, if one falls, the fear infects the other. Wondering, when will their time come? With every day that passes without resolution, there is a pit in the stomach that deepens. The anxiety and torment were endless.