The following day, the entire Summit City was abuzz with breaking news so huge that every local television station was broadcasting the event.
A prominent family in Summit City, known for owning multiple large size departnt stores throughout the city, was reported to have been assassinated.
But the weird part was that no bodies were found, only dried bloodstains, painting a picture of a one-sided massacre
Because of the weirdness of this case, the local governnt chose to conceal the truth from the masses.
Now, the public only knew that the entire family had been killed by assassins, but their missing bodies had never been revealed. The last thing they wanted was to incite mass panic throughout the city.
In the sa dining hall where the horrifying event unfolded, a man with short brown hair and a bearded face puffed on a cigarette as he watched others collect samples from the dried blood on the surrounding .
This man was Detective Benson, the one tasked with solving this mysterious cri.
"Did you find anything?" he asked his subordinates.
"No, sir," reported one policeman, "we checked the control room, but all the data were destroyed. We can't even recover anything because the physical drives were broken."
"Did you find any DNA or fingerprints?"
"We've sent all the fingerprints to the lab, but it will take ti due to the number of people involved," explained the officer.
"Focus on the DNA collected from this dining hall, especially this area," Benson pointed to the far end of the room where the head of the family was supposed to sat. "
There seems to be more blood here than elsewhere, suggesting a possible explosion of a body or head on the ground.
"Yes, sir," the policeman nodded.
"Good,"
Benson scanned the place again to look for clues, contemplating the enormity of the cri.
Judging from the number of missing people, there was no way they could have simply vanished into thin air.
"Have you checked the CCTV footage from the street?" he asked again.
"Yes, we found a CCTV cara directly pointing at the gate, capturing everyone who entered by car. It seems there was a family dinner last night, which is why so many people were here," the officer explained.
"I see. Check the records of all the people who entered and left the premises," he ordered.
***
Summit City - Avenia Tower 1
"I understand. I'll be there soon," Cyril replied calmly.
The news of her family mber's death had now been made public, and now she was being called to the police station to give her statent.
It was discovered that she had left the gathering before the incident happened .
She had anticipated this turn of events, so she had prepared an alibi.
Rather than heading straight ho after dinner, she deliberately went to a mall, indulging in so shopping therapy.
Afterward, she et with a close friend at a restaurant, ensuring her whereabouts were accounted for. It was a carefully orchestrated plan, designed to provide her with an airtight alibi.
Everything was falling into place as she had planned, except for one detail.
'What happened to the bodies?' she wondered to herself.
The news that all the bodies had gone missing piqued her interest.
However—
'No, it's best to let it be,' she murmured, shaking her head.
She had asked Reign for a favor, so it would be impolite to asked him.
Everyone had their own secrets, and it was important to respect each other's boundaries.
He had fulfilled his end of the deal, and she had already paid him. There was no need to complicate matters further.
After taking a bath and getting ready, she promptly headed to the police station to provide her statent.
She began recounting her activities to them, maintaining her composure throughout. As a result, they did not detect any inconsistencies in her story.
They also verified her alibi, and everything checked out.
In the end, the case reached a dead end.
After a couple of days, the blood and DNA samples results beca available.
It was confird that all the blood matched the respective missing individuals, and they were pronounced dead.
Everyone sympathized with her when she ntioned that if she hadn't left the place earlier, she might have been one of the victims too.
It was one of the advantages of having a beautiful face and almost flawless behavior.
Her family had kept her mistreatnt hidden to preserve their image, leaving most people unaware of her past struggles.
So in the minds of others, she was seen as a child from another woman, but she had been provided with a luxurious life by her father.
He had even bought her an expensive apartnt and luxury products. There was no way that such a pampered girl would ever consider killing her own family.
Because of this, the police shifted their focus to other areas.
During their investigation, they discovered that Cyril's father was embroiled in an issue with land ownership with another family.
Matters had escalated to the point where they exchanged death threats with each other.
It was the perfect opportunity for Cyril to shift all the bla onto the competitor.
***
Six days later.
"Is everything in place?" Cyril asked, setting down her mug on the table.
"Are you certain you want to sell off all the shares and properties?" asked the family attorney, a man in his 50s who had been handling everything since the incident occurred.
Cyril paused, closing her eyes for a mont.
She couldn't deny feeling a twinge of guilt for what she had done to her family.
However, she also knew it was a necessary evil. It was either her life or theirs.
Perhaps her actions were extre, but it wasn't entirely her fault.
She had grown up in a world where material possessions were abundant, but love was scarce.
Forced to watch her siblings being showered with care and attention, not just with money but with genuine affection, her resentnt had accumulated over the years.
"It pains to rember all of these things. I just want to start a new life," she said, opening her eyes. Her tone was genuine, reflecting her earnest desire for a fresh start.
While it was true that she no longer had to flee, given that everyone was now dead, Cyril understood the ruthless nature of the world of the Rich.
With her beauty, attempting to lead the company would inevitably make her a pri target for other tycoons.
Besides, she was still not entirely in the clear with the Hewlet Family, so it was wiser to cash out all her assets and lay low for a while.
"Okay," the attorney paused, "the company stocks hit rock bottom after the incident, but they've stabilized now. We can sell them for 1,250,000,000 credits. As for the mansion and other assets, their prices have also dropped alot, so we can only get 450,000,000 credits for them." He then presented the tablet for her to review the figures.
"If not for the incident, the total value of the stock would be at least eight tis higher," the attorney remarked solemnly. "But many shareholders panicked and sold their stocks imdiately, causing the price to plumt."
"It's alright, this money is enough for ," Cyril replied with a nod.
"Just sign here, and we will proceed to sell everything and transfer the money to your accounts," he added, pointing to the designated spot on the tablet.
Cyril didn't hesitate and signed the contract after carefully reading through it.
'I can finally leave this place,' she thought to herself, picturing her new life in Green Valley City.
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