The Last Time I Cried Your Name novel Chapter 579

Ex-boyfriend.

They had technically dated.

On that little island in the middle of Crescent Lake, he had completely paralyzed his own conscience. It was as if he had fractured into a secondary personality, abandoning his hatred, burying the truth that he had driven her parents to their deaths, and falling deeply, passionately in love with her for an entire month.

He had acted like a thief, dark and utterly despicable.

The title was maddening, but at the very least, she acknowledged it.

Jay knocked and entered the office, finding Franco standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows—which were currently plastered with an obnoxious amount of Peppa Pig stickers—smoking a cigarette.

Past two o'clock, the sky was gradually turning a murky gray. It looked like it was going to snow again.

Manley had been born on a snowy day. He loved the snow, which meant he would be thrilled for his birthday tomorrow.

Franco flicked the ash from his cigarette. He forced the agitation down, but his entire aura felt as grim and oppressive as the sky outside.

"Call the TV station. Tell them Petty's interview is to proceed exactly according to standard protocol."

"Understood."

"Nanette's body has already been sent for cremation. Legally, she and Uncle Sebastian are still married, so he's handling everything. The Ji family has also sent representatives over. The funeral will be held in three days."

That was the main reason Jay had come in.

"I know," Franco replied evenly.

Before Petty had called, Uncle Sebastian had rung to inform him that he'd be too busy managing the funeral arrangements to attend Manley's birthday tomorrow. He also thought it would be bad luck to bring that kind of energy around a child.

Franco didn't care about superstitions, but he respected his elder's wishes.

Just two days ago, Nanette's body had been discovered in the Leng River, the main waterway running through Cabinda.

She had washed ashore. By the time they found her, she had been dead for days, and her body was severely bloated from the water.

DNA testing confirmed it was undoubtedly Nanette.

"He won't come looking for me again." Cavanaugh waved him off, stifling a massive yawn. Shoving his hands deep into his pockets, he yawned again. "Just wipe any trace of my presence in Cabinda."

"Exactly how many organizations are hunting you down right now?" Hans was genuinely beginning to suspect Cavanaugh lost his luggage on purpose to throw off his trackers.

Cavanaugh exhaled sharply toward the sky, a plume of white breath dissipating into the freezing air. His eyes were perfectly clear now, devoid of their usual warmth.

How many organizations?

Some wanted him to mentally break battlefield commanders into signing surrender treaties.

Some wanted him to completely subvert the minds of human trafficking victims to extract their final drop of value.

Some wanted to drag him into border warlord territories to run psychological and narcotics experiments.

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Wealth, power, the absolute darkest sins of human nature. The filth they wanted him for was endless.