Ernest stayed silent for a long time, frowning slightly, his complexion looking worse by the second. T didn’t order the accident. Don’t let yourself get manipulated.”
He tried to talk sense into Savannah.
“Dad, it’s too late for that.” Savannah laughed, her voice a little wild.
Suddenly, Ernest started coughing hard, spitting up black blood.
It was clear Savannah had arranged for him to be poisoned.
He glared at Savannah in rage, tried to stand, but collapsed to the floor.
Savannah watched him suffer, her laughter turning manic.
She’d lost control in the heat of the moment and had someone poison her father’s food.
Regret hit her, but it was already too late.
She didn’t even know when she’d started losing control.
Ernest stared at Savannah, filled with resentment, until his breathing finally stopped.
He’d spent years in the Lincolns, working for the one behind the scenes, maneuvering his way up step by step. He only wanted to control Lincoln Group. The goal was finally within reach, but in the end, he died at the hands of his own daughter.
He’d thought of everything, but he never imagined he’d be finished by his own flesh and blood.
Maybe this was karma.
“Mr. Feron!” The butler rushed in, panic–stricken as he dialed 911.
Savannah stared coldly at the butler and the maid. “My father accidentally ingested poison. Understand?” The butler and maid were too scared to speak. They nodded, then rushed Ernest to the hospital.
“Yes, Mister…” Savannah called the man behind the curtain. Now that Ernest was gone, there was no one left to keep her down. She could finally become Mister’s trusted right hand.
“My father was poisoned and collapsed at home. He probably won’t make it,” Savannah said calmly, then continued, “My dad couldn’t take Lincoln Group because he hesitated. I have a fatal secret on Denton. With my father gone, I’ll take over the Lincoln Group shares and get control fast.”
Savannah sounded completely confident.
“Your father never sent anyone to kill you. Even after you killed his illegitimate son, he still didn’t want you dead.” Mister was quiet for a long time before telling Savannah that Ernest had never truly wanted to harm her.
Savannah’s fingers trembled. Even knowing that now, it was too late. “Mister, I can’t turn back now. You have to help me. Once I get Lincoln Group, I’ll be able to help you achieve your goals.”
“Watch out for the Gills. They’ve kept up a harmless front for years, but behind the scenes, they’ve been pulling strings. You and your father got played into this, don’t underestimate them,” Mister warned her before hanging up.


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