As Victor tightened his grip on her throat, Estelle began to feel suffocated, and fear coursed through her.

“If you... kill me... you won’t... get away…” she managed to say, her voice strained.

Hearing this, Victor chuckled and said, “Have you forgotten that I look just like Cristofer? If I kill you, the police will think Cristofer did it, not me.”

His words sent a shiver down Estelle’s spine. She thought, ‘No wonder he’s so ruthless. Very few people know that Cristofer has a brother. If he kills me, he can simply hide, and everyone will assume Cristofer is the murderer!’

“Are you concerned about him?” Victor inched closer and...