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The news of the richest man’s engagement swept through the entire city.
Photos of the couple appeared in newspapers across town.
Walker Enterprises and the Morgan Family’s companies began rolling out promotional benefits to celebrate the engagement.
Logan stood on the top floor of the Walker Group headquarters, overlooking the heart of the city.
He had taken over the group’s affairs at eighteen. Every move he made was swift and calculated, his business style ruthless. Under his leadership, the Walker Group’s position became more stable than ever, earning the respect of every senior member in the organization.
He had always thought of himself as cold–blooded, someone who could sacrifice anything for the sake of the company.
Getting engaged to Grace was the ideal situation.
He had once liked her. And the collaboration between their two families was a perfect
match.
But for some reason, a hollowness gnawed at him.
“Logan!” Grace entered cheerfully and twirled in front of him.
“What do you think? Should I wear this dress for the engagement tomorrow?”
The red embroidered dress hugged her slim figure beautifully.
It looked stunning.
But Logan’s mind was elsewhere. He replied halfheartedly.
“You look good in anything.”
“Then should I wear my hair straight or go for curls?”
“Either is fine.”
“Come on! Pick one.”
Grace clung to his arm, teasing.
His focus drifted, and in that moment, a different image flickered through his mind.
That simple, understated figure with a low ponytail. Graceful. Quiet.
Etched into him like stone.
“I don’t like low ponytails. I really don’t like them.” Grace grumbled and gave him a light shove.
“Who wears a low ponytail to an engagement anyway?”
Logan blinked, realizing he had said it aloud.
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Low ponytail.
Grace pouted and walked out of the office, but once outside, her expression darkened,
So I still lived in Logan’s heart?
But I was dead.
Just two days ago, Grace had sent yet another threatening message. For the first time, she received a reply.
It was just a photo.
A death certificate.
Below it were the words: She passed away.
Grace had people verify it.
I had truly been cremated.
Only then did she let down her guard.
She never expected Logan would still be thinking about me.
But it didn’t matter. The dead couldn’t compete.
Logan, still uneasy, called James.
“That insurance… did she ever claim it?”
“Two days ago, the insurance office called. She said she’d come in a few days to sign. Don’t
worry, Logan. With that fifty million, she’s set for life.”
Logan’s fingers curled. He closed his eyes.
But his chest still felt tight.
For a fleeting moment, a wild thought flashed through his mind-
He wanted to see me.
Logan looked up and forced the thought away.
James spoke again.
“Today’s the burial, Logan. Are you going?”
“Yeah.”
A black Maybach followed quietly behind the funeral procession.
The event had been arranged properly. A staff member from the funeral home carried the fake corpse, leading the way to the cemetery for the burial.
Logan stared through the window at the graveyard.
I had said she liked this place.
He did too.
But today, I was nowhere in sight.
From the front seat, James muttered in frustration.
“Even if people move on quickly after someone dies, it’s still a burial. How could she not
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show up to say goodbye?”
“You don’t think she picked up that fifty million and left town, do you?”
