On the Ruins of His Regret I Soar novel Chapter 303

Lance watched her walk away, his hands clenching into fists at his sides. He stood there, silent, as his friend Eugene came up behind him.

“I heard you just ran into Mrs...Ms. Brown,” Eugene said.

A bitter smile touched Lance’s lips. “Let’s get a drink.”

They went up to a private room on the second floor. After taking a long swallow of his drink, Lance turned to Eugene. “I actually asked you here tonight because I need you to look into something for me.”

Eugene sat up straighter. “Name it.”

Lance tapped his long fingers on the table. “I suspect there’s more to Gabriel Brown’s death than what we’ve been told. I need you to investigate it for me. I’ll give you a place to start.”

Eugene frowned. “But the case is closed, isn’t it?”

A grim look crossed Lance’s face. “With enough money, you can make anything happen.”

Understanding dawned on Eugene. “Alright. Tell me what you need, and I’ll handle it.”

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Half a month later, the day of Lance and Catherine’s second wedding arrived.

At the venue, Catherine, radiant in a white gown, glided down the aisle toward Lance. She had dreamed of this moment hundreds of times, and today, it was finally coming true. Lance Smith was meant to be hers. They had been so close in high school. If it weren’t for Susan Lane’s interference, they would have been married years ago, with a beautiful child of their own.

But it was alright. It wasn’t too late.

“Ma’am, what are you doing? That’s my microphone.”

“I just need to borrow it. You’ll get it back in a moment.”

Jessica turned to face the stunned crowd, cleared her throat, and spoke. “My name is Jessica Brown, daughter of Kevin Brown and Elizabeth Bailey. I am here today to formally accuse Isabella Charles of conspiring to murder Gabriel’s parents. Furthermore, when my mother, Elizabeth Bailey, discovered their crime, Kevin Brown and Isabella Charles murdered her as well.”

“And one month ago, when their actions were discovered by my cousin, Gabriel Brown, they killed him to silence him. I am accusing them of premeditated murder, and I will take full legal responsibility for every word I have said. If I have told a single lie, may I spend the rest of my life in prison.”

A shocked gasp rippled through the guests, all of whom turned to stare at Kevin Brown and Isabella Charles, seated in the front row.

Isabella forced a smile. “Jessica, I know today must be very difficult for you, watching your ex-husband marry your stepsister. That’s why you’re making up these absurd stories to ruin their wedding.”