Chapter 1865
Mary wasn't sure what Olivia was doing, but she didn't interfere. She just stood there, observing.
The call connected, and Camilla's soft voice came through. "Ms. Olivia."
Olivia felt her grip on the phone tighten. She swallowed, then asked, "Is it true that Claude is dead?"
She had no idea what had happened in the past month, but she believed one thing: death wouldn't wipe away all traces of someone like Claude so quickly. How could someone as powerful as Claude just die, and a month later, not a single mention appeared anywhere?
In her mind, Claude should have been in prison, since he broke out and committed crimes. How could all of that vanish without a trace?
Even if the news didn't mention the day of the incident, there was still the fishing village project. But that, too, seemed to have disappeared, as if everyone had suddenly gone silent and forgotten everything.
After asking her question, Olivia clutched her phone, waiting in tense silence. The clock on the wall ticked lo

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