NovelEnglishChapter 1363
On the hospital bed lay a man with a face identical to that of Darren, except his heart and stomach had been stabbed over a dozen
times. The wounds oozed blood, and their gaping maws were a horrific sight to behold.
Calvin felt a semblance of relief wash over him. "Darren, you've only got yourself to blame. You know, if you had just slept through
and not woken up, | would have been there for you for the rest of your days. But tonight, you just had to wade into the Arlen family
mess! You can't blus for playing rough now."
“Darren, you've had it all these years: wealth, family, the works. Now it's tfor your brothers to have a turn."
Arlen interjected, unable to contain himself. "Don't worry, your wife is with your younger son, Sampson. He'll take good care of her.
You elder son, Bard, would pass away by now, you two can leave the world together. As for the Griffith Group, we brothers will take
the reins. You just rest easy, we'll see to it that you have a grand send-off.
At this point, Calvin couldn't help but ask, “With Darren gone, along with Bard and Eunice, how do we get their shares and assets
transferred to us?"
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"Yeah, they didn't sign anything, what if?"
Before Arlen could finish, he was interrupted with a chuckle, “You two numbskulls, scared witless, huh? Just use their hands to
stamp the transfer papers later, right?”
“That makes sense. It's a shabout that girl, though. Heard she was quite the medic.” Calvin's tone carried a hint of regret.
"If she can't be of use to us, then she's no use at all" Arlen said firmly. "Let's get those stamps done!"
Calvin wanted to feel that weight off his chest as soon as possible. Once Darren, Bard, and Eunice's stamps were on the transfer
papers, everything would be settled.
He reached for Darren's hand, about to make the stamp, when suddenly something felt off.
"Hold on."
His voice caused all the brothers present to look up in confusion. "Calvin, what's wrong?"
“Something's off about Darren's hand.” As Calvin examined it closely, it wasn't just the hand that was wrong. On closer inspection,
the face and the limbs of the corpse seemed peculiar too. The features on the body before them looked strange. And the hands
and feet seemed a tad chubbier and shorter than Darren's.
What on earth was going on?
"My dear brothers, what a clever schyou've concocted!" Darren's voice startled the brothers, causing them to step back in
fear, eyes darting between the bed and the door, “A ghost, a ghost!"
But Darren on the hospital bed said nothing. Instead, a tall and authoritative person appeared in the doorway.
Darren's sudden appearance left everyone in disbelief, their eyes darting between the door and the hospital bed.
How could there be two Darrens?
Darren wasn't dead. He strode into the room, followed by Bard, Eunice, and Arabella.
The brothers’ eyes widened in shock. "Darren, what's going on?"
Why was there a Darren at the door and one on the bed?
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Why was everyone alive?
Darren approached them, delivering a resounding slap to each of them, shaking with fury.
Calvin and Arlen were terrified, heads bowed, unable to meet his gaze.
What was going on?
"The man in the bed was one of the goons you sent to surround the manor. We picked out a few with similar builds, dressed them
up, added prosthetics and wigs."
Darren's explanation brought realization to his brothers. So, the man on the bed wasn't really Darren himself.
It was one of their henchmen, disquised after they'd surrounded the manor!
It all made sense now.
"They'd been drugged into a deep sleep, but then your men went and stabbed them a dozen times. No saving them now."
The brothers finally understood they had fallen for Darren's trap. It had all been a set-up by Darren himself!
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