Olivia frowned in distress.
“Enough, Ryan isn’t to blame for this.”
She casually tossed me a check for one million dollars.
“Go buy a burial suit for your brother and handle the funeral arrangements.”
“But in pieces like this, I doubt you’ll even recover a body.”
She wrapped her arm around the young assistant and headed out shopping for new clothes. Watching her back, I froze.
No wonder she was so calm—she thought it was my brother who had died.
I sneered and handed the check back to the assistant.
“Tell Ms. Carter to prepare the funeral herself. I won’t be spending this money.”
…
With that, Olivia left the factory with Ryan.
They drove away in a luxury car, leaving clouds of dust in their wake, unaware that blood was already seeping from the industrial mixer they had just operated.
The assistant, sweating heavily, looked at me with sympathy.
“Sir, my condolences. Factories often have accidents like this—nobody ever wants it to happen…”
I shook my head. “Go back to work.”
The one who had died wasn’t my brother at all—it was Daniel Carter, Olivia’s younger brother.