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Furthermore, Wesley's scandal had caused a domino effect, taking down a powerful figure named Mr. Tyson.

The news confirmed that Tyson had been stripped of his political rights for life.

Winona assumed Sean was behind it, so she didn't ask.

She also heard that Vincent Vance had been stabbed three times that morning and was now in a vegetative state.

Ruthless tactics. Lightning-fast execution.

When she approached Sean, she never imagined he would strike so viciously and so fast.

A chill of delayed fear ran down her spine. She set her sandwich down just as Sean called.

"Ms. Wynn, have you seen the news?"

Winona suddenly realized she had severely underestimated this man. She had essentially woken a sleeping lion.

She stayed silent for a long moment before answering pragmatically, "Don't worry, Captain Vance. Your family's secrets are safe with me."

Both of them were smart; nothing else needed to be said.

Winona hung up the phone, still in disbelief at how brutally Sean had handled things.

So violently fast that before she could even process it, Vincent was already brain-dead.

She poured herself a glass of warm water, sitting quietly at the dining table as she scrolled through the articles on her phone.

How exactly had she gotten back last night?

"Zachary, did the police bring me back last night?"

With a grown man sitting right there, she couldn't just pretend he was invisible.

"I don't know."

Did that mean he wasn't here when she was brought back? Did he not even know she was kidnapped?

It made sense. He was always like this, completely dead inside.

Even if she died right in front of him, his eyelashes wouldn't even flutter.

Sometimes, Winona genuinely wondered—they had known each other for over a decade. Had his heart truly never fluttered for her, even once?

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