Anastasia curled her lip.
She hadn't expected York to still be protecting Queena after she'd landed him in this mess. What a touching display of devotion.
"You're quite the loyal one, York, but I wonder if she feels the same way about you," she said coolly. "I doubt it, or why would she have lied to you?"
"Didn't she know the consequences you'd face? Anyone who didn't know better would think she had a grudge against you and set you up on purpose!"
A muscle in York's jaw twitched violently.
Queena…
No, Queena wouldn't be that despicable!
York remained stubbornly silent.
Seeing this, Anastasia scoffed inwardly.
Did he really think that if he didn't confess, she wouldn't go after Queena?
How laughably naive.
Harrison, his eyes still churning with rage, clearly had no intention of bothering with evidence or reason. The identity of the mastermind was irrelevant to him. Seeing York clamp his mouth shut, he gave a cold, dismissive order: "Dispose of him."
With that one simple phrase, York's fate was sealed. He would disappear from Riverton for good.
York clearly understood the implication and became frantic. "No, Mr. Lancaster... Mr. Lancaster! There's no crime in ignorance! Please, give me a break! I'm willing to work for you from now on!"
Anastasia nearly laughed out loud. Work for Harrison? Countless people would kill for that privilege, and he thought he could offer it as penance? What a daydreamer.
Then again, York's confidence wasn't entirely baseless.
To be fair, he had built up a considerable network of influence in Riverton over the years.
Suddenly, an idea struck her—


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