Chapter 2
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"He just wants to use marriage as a cover for an accidental death. That way, he'll receive the Powell family's shares, no matter who inherits them. So, we're basically sacrificial lambs."
Cynthia took a deep breath and exhaled a puff of smoke. "It doesn't matter which of us is the better choice. In the end, Robin is just going to slaughter us both."
"Exactly." I walked to the window and looked down at the well-maintained garden below.
"Cynthia, we've fought for two lifetimes. You're not an idiot. What do you plan to do?" I asked coldly.
"My dear sister." This was the first time she had called me her sister and actually meant it.
"I don't want the shares anymore, and I'm done fighting for the inheritance. However, I can't let this go. That bastard wants to kill us. We need to make him bleed for all the hurt he has caused us."
I held out my hand. "Deal."
In our previous lives, we were always the ones groveling for Robin Wright's attention. This time, however, Robin showed up in person.
He arrived with a team of bodyguards and expensive gifts such as wild truffles and caviar. His gifts had filled the Powell living room to the brim.
With his gold-rimmed glasses perched on his high nose, Robin looked sophisticated, elegant, and completely harmless. However, he was secretly a monster.
Robin tapped his long, slender fingers gently against the table and said warmly, "It seems like both Kathy and Cynthia are feeling shy.
"But the Wright family takes tradition seriously. When we find a destined match, we do not intend to let it slip away."
Dad looked at the gifts, then turned to glare at us. "Look how generous Robin is. And look at the two of you! You're making excuses for such a perfect marriage. Are you two trying to be difficult?"
"Please don't say that, Mr. Powell." Robin glanced at Cynthia and me and smiled.
"The ladies are younger than I am. It's only natural for them to have reservations. However, the Wright family has businesses across the globe.
"I have no interest in the Powell family's shares or assets. I value your daughters' impeccable character. The fortune-tellers have confirmed that our horoscopes are a perfect match. Our union will help ensure the Wright family continues to prosper."
Dad nodded, absolutely delighted. "Mr. Wright, you're right. My daughters are just naive and inexperienced."
Cynthia and I exchanged a quick look, both of us more confused than ever. If Robin wasn't after our fortune, then what was he after?
If he didn't care about our wealth, why did he add poison to my custard pudding in the first life? Why did he stage a car accident to burn Cynthia alive?
Murder was an expensive and risky task. There had to be a motive for the heir of the richest family in the city to go through such elaborate lengths to kill two women who posed no threat to him.
I couldn't think of any other reasons except for the massive financial gain. Was it possible we were standing in someone's way?
As I was lost in thought, a maid brought out a bowl of freshly made seafood risotto. It was steaming hot, the rich aroma filling the room.
But the moment the plate was placed in front of Robin, the polite smile on his face vanished, and he turned deathly pale.
He suddenly covered his mouth and nose, unable to suppress a gag.
