The Scorned Heiress's Hidden Empire (by Jade Quinn) novel Chapter 276

Chapter 276

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Winter knelt on a large rock by the shore and let the last handful of ashes slip into the ocean.

“Mom. Dad. No one will ever use you to threaten me again.”

From now on, Chris had nothing left he could use against her.

She stayed there on her knees for a long time. Once the ashes were scattered into the water, there was nothing left to see. But that was okay. As long as she remembered them, her parents would always live on in her mind and in

her heart.

No one could ever take that away from her.

The weather had turned warmer that day, and with it being the weekend, the beach was crowded with people.

Winter looked at the lively scene around her. The last time she had been here was on New Year’s Eve, when Roy had brought her to release floating lanterns. It hadn’t even been ten days, but it felt like much longer.

Her phone buzzed in her bag. She took it out and glanced at the screen. She had just been thinking about Roy, and now he had texted her.

“You’re at the beach?”

That really was strange.

Winter froze for a moment and tightened her grip on her phone. She turned and looked around, but didn’t see a familiar face. Then a car horn sounded from across the road.

She got to her feet and finally spotted a black G-Wagon parked there.

Raising a hand to shield her eyes from the sun, she watched as the window rolled down. The man in the driver’s seat was dressed all in black, with a black baseball cap and a black face mask. Who else could it be but Roy?

He pushed open the door, tugged the cap lower, and started walking toward the beach with long, steady strides.

Winter hurried over to him, her face lighting up.

“Roy, what are you doing here?”

He took out his phone. A small section of his fingertips showed beneath his black gloves as he typed out two lines.

“I was nearby taking care of something. I saw someone who looked like you.’

“What a coincidence. Weren’t you away? When did you get back?”

Her eyes drifted to his slightly rumpled collar.

In her memory, Roy had always been cool and reserved, but also meticulous about his appearance. Every time she had seen him, he had looked neat and put together.

What had happened to make him rush so much that he hadn’t even straightened his clothes?

“Not long ago.”

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