As he spoke, Yuri gave a faint, hollow smile, his gaze drifting off into the distance as if he couldn’t bring himself to focus on anything nearby. “I never thought he’d still trust me,” he murmured.
He didn’t look at Zinnia, but he could feel her sharp gaze boring straight into him.
His hand clenched unconsciously at his side.
“This is exactly what you wanted, isn’t it?”
Zinnia finally spoke. Her words sounded light, almost weightless, but when they hit Yuri, it felt as if a thousand-pound hammer had crashed down on his chest.
He whipped his head around to look at her, fighting to keep his composure but unable to stop his eyes from reddening.
He could steel himself against anyone else in the world, but facing her, he didn’t even have the courage to meet her eyes.
His lips trembled. He opened his mouth again and again, searching for words. In the end, all he managed was a strained, bitter smile and a hoarse, barely audible, “What are you talking about?”
Zinnia’s gaze grew even more piercing. “You staged the kidnapping, tricked me into leaving the blast zone, manipulated Morton into bombing the safe zone, riled up global outrage, and then used them to destroy Morton in turn.”
She had never wanted to believe the suspicions gnawing at her heart, but the moment she saw Yuri’s face, every terrible guess she’d had instantly became reality.
“You had the civilian district bombed, just to lure Landon there…”
Her breath shuddered as she spoke, eyes ringed red with unshed tears.
“Even if that earthquake never happened, you never intended to let Landon leave Selvoria alive, did you? Let me guess—Morton’s men were supposed to make sure he died there, right?”
That way, Landon’s death could be spun as a casualty of Selvoria’s civil war, just innocent collateral damage.
Yuri’s hands would stay impeccably clean, and with Landon gone, and the Ford family left reeling and too weak to control Ford Group, Yuri could take over effortlessly.
And once all the power was his, he could obliterate both Ford Group and the Ford family—finally avenging his father.
Now, everything had unfolded exactly as she’d suspected.
Yuri had walked away from this bloodbath untouched.


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