During the funeral, a crow landed on the girl’s coffin. A second later, everyone present was STRUCK SPEECHLESS…

She entered the office slowly, scanning the room with a critical eye. A hint of disdain flickered across her face. “Hmph, what does he even see in you?” she sneered, her eyes narrowing like a predator’s.

Emily felt her legs weaken. She stood quickly, leaning on the desk to steady herself. “Who are you talking about?” Her voice trembled, like a leaf in the wind.

Claire stepped closer, her heels sounding like gunshots. “Don’t play dumb!” she scoffed, circling the desk to stand directly in front of Emily. “Are you my husband’s mistress?” “No, I…” Emily looked down, her hands shaking.

“Oh, of course, you won’t admit it!” Claire tilted her head, as if studying a curious insect. “I have sources who told me, and they’re rarely wrong…” “I don’t know what you’re talking about…” Emily’s voice grew quieter. “Don’t know?” Claire echoed, taking another step closer.

Her face was inches from Emily’s. “Say it again, that you don’t know. I won’t believe that nonsense anyway…” Her tone was venomous, her gaze piercing.

“Please…” Emily tried to step back but bumped into the desk. “I don’t have anything with your husband. I’m just an employee…” “Just an employee, huh?” Claire’s eyes glinted.

“Then why do you linger in his office after hours?” she added mockingly. “Or is that part of your job duties now?” “That’s not true!” Emily cried, her voice breaking, instantly fearing she’d revealed too much. “Don’t you dare raise your voice at me, girl!” Claire’s tone turned icy. “If I find out you’re still seeing him, I’ll crush you. Got it?”

Each word hit like a bullet. Emily froze, unable to respond. Her breathing grew heavy, her heart pounding.

“Got it?” Claire repeated, drilling her with a stare. “Yes…” Emily whispered, cold sweat trickling down her back. Claire smiled, a smile that promised nothing good…