Chapter 200

Vincent refused to accept it. "Where?" he asked, his voice sharp.

When the bodyguard gave Vincent the address, Vincent checked the GPS on his phone. The locations matched perfectly, and a wave of disbelief nearly knocked him off balance.

Without thinking, he rushed out and jumped into his car, speeding away without another thought.

Pushing the accelerator to the limit, Vincent·reached the scene in under ten minutes.

The site was a mess, with people crowding around to see what had happened.

Police had already roped off the area, and the flames from the wrecked car had been put out.

Shaking, Vincent forced his way past the tape, desperate to get closer.

A police officer moved to block him, but his bodyguard quickly stepped in. "Please let us through. Mr.Jones' wife is involved in the accident."

The officer paused for a moment before reluctantly allowing them access.

Vincent collapsed beside the burnt-out car, his eyes locking onto a forensic investigator who was holding up a license plate inside a clear evidence bag. He recognized it instantly-it belonged to Hannah. She had just been talking to him.How could she be gone so fast?

Still clinging to hope, Vincent grabbed an officer's arm. "Is she really gone?"

A hand landed on his shoulder as the officer replied, "I'm sorry for your loss. The body was completely burned.Only fragments and some bone remain."

Vincent shook his head, unable to believe it. He staggered as he stood up, and his bodyguards had to steady him-still, he couldn't accept what he was hearing.

Every trace of his usual calm had vanished. One of his bodyguards, hands trembling, held something out to him. "Mr. Jones, this is the only thing we found that belonged to your wife."

Vincent stared at the wristband the bodyguard offered. Tears welled up in his eyes, blurring his view until the wristband in the bodyguard's palm was nearly impossible to see.

With shaking hands, Vincent reached out and took the wristband. It was unmistakably Hannah's. Even though he still didn't want to believe it, there was no denying that tragedy had struck Hannah. This time, he knew deep down he had truly lost her.

The horror of that realization drained all color from Vincent's face. He pressed a hand to his chest as a cough wracked his body, blood splattering onto his shirt. His knees buckled, and he seemed ready to collapse.

The bodyguards hovered nearby, worry etched on their faces.

Vincent wiped away the blood with the back of his hand and then gently brushed the dust from the wristband before fastening it around his wrist.

Barely able to keep himself standing, Vincent delivered his orders, each word heavy with meaning."Whatever it takes, track down whoever did this. I want them to suffer for what they've done."

The bodyguards replied as one, "Understood."

Close by, a police officer looked on and shook his head. With a body burned beyond recognition and the scene conveniently left without camera coverage, there were no easy answers. Even the police found themselves at a loss.

Not long after, Hannah's family received the official notification of her death.

The shock sent Raymond and Margaret into a spiral of grief and illness. Felix hurried to the hospital to help care for them, refusing to accept that Hannah was truly gone. He kept messaging her, clinging to the hope that she would respond.

When Miles heard what had happened, confusion and sorrow took hold. He spent three days in mourning,dressed in black for Hannah. Erica soon learned about Hannah's death. She hadn't expected her fifty million on hiring the professional assassin to be this well-spent. Even more surprising was the news that two lives had been lost in the wreck,meaning the assassin had died along with Hannah in the flames. That meant there was no chance it could be traced back to her. She had managed to get rid of Hannah without any complications.

Erica felt a rush of satisfaction.

Vincent chose not to share the news of Hannah's death with anyone from the Jones family, and Erica made sure to stay silent, not wanting to stir up trouble.

The police reached a dead end in their investigation and eventually issued an official report confirming Hannah's death. After discussing things with Margaret, Raymond decided to keep the funeral simple for their daughter, then planned to return home and never come back to this painful place.

Hannah's parents organized a quiet service, inviting only a handful of close friends and business partners.

Rena, Felix, and Miles all struggled to hold back their tears.

Without any warning, Vincent arrived at the funeral, throwing everything into chaos. He refused to let the ceremony go on.

Tears streaming down her face, Margaret struck Vincent with trembling hands. "How could you be so cruel?My daughter is gone, and you still won't leave her be! You bastard, get out of here!"

Raymond tried to hold off Vincent's bodyguards, who seemed unwilling to use force against him and restrained themselves.

Vincent stayed silent through the chaos. Spotting Hannah's portrait at the front, he marched over and ripped it down. "If anyone dares to hold a funeral for Hannah, I'll destroy it every single time."

Rena couldn't hold back her outrage. "Vincent, have you lost your mind? Did you not care about Hannah at all? How can you do this to her now?"

Felix held her back. "Leave him be. His heart has always been frozen."

Miles studied Vincent with a thoughtful frown. From what he knew of Vincent, Vincent might have uncovered something that the rest of them hadn't to behave like this. Was it possible that Hannah was still alive?