Married a Secret Billionaire
Chapter 1547

Elijah stood there, stunned, his mind momentarily blank.

"Mr. Chriss? Mr. Chriss! Are you there?" The voice on the other end of the line snapped Elijah back to reality, and he frowned in confusion.

"May I ask... what was the reason for this prisoner's suicide?" he asked.

"That's currently under investigation," the other party said. "As far as we know, Ms. Mosley had been in a bad emotional state since entering prison, facing disdain from her family. Perhaps this led to her thoughts of despair."

Elijah's puzzlement deepened. If she had been struggling emotionally, why did she choose to end her life just before his visit? Was it merely a coincidence?

"Mr. Chriss, due to this reason, we have to cancel your prison visit this time."

"Alright, I understand," Elijah replied, his thoughts weighed down by the news.

After a brief silence, he instructed his subordinate, "Please arrange for Sasha to undergo the bone marrow compatibility test immediately. Remember what I said."

His subordinate nodded in agreement.

Meanwhile, Sasha reclined on a luxurious leather sofa, humming a tune while completely engrossed in applying red nail polish.

A worried middle-aged man stood behind her. "Sasha, we should still—"

Sasha interrupted, "Zachary, how do you think this color looks on me?"

Zachary Sleeman's eyes dimmed, and he didn't respond to her question. This girl had been under his care since she was young.

By chance, Krystal had rescued him from the clutches of a Southeast Aciatic gang when he was severely injured. She had even paid a significant sum to get him proper medical treatment, saving his life. Out of gratitude for Krystal's life-saving favor, he had followed her down this less-than-honorable path. Despite its dubious nature, he remained loyal to Krystal, especially when it concerned her children. Sasha had never experienced a father's love but had a unique reliance on this man, who served as both a father and an older brother to her. She could only let down all her facades and masks in Zachary's presence, unafraid of embracing her inner devil.

She had always seen Zachary as her last line of defense in this world. In the past, no matter how outrageous her actions had been, he would indulge her, cover for her, and help her smooth things over. However, in the dimmed look he had just given her, she sensed that something had changed.

"Zachary!" Sasha insisted stubbornly, "Tell me, does this color look good?"

"You look good no matter what color you wear," he replied.

"Stop avoiding the question!" Sasha scoffed and continued to tinker with the nail polish in her hand. The nail polish was a bright shade of red, resembling blood, like from the gruesome scene of a witch sinking her long nails into someone's heart.

"Sasha, I still believe I should advise you... We're in Centrolis, not Southeast Aciatic," Zachary earnestly urged. "You need to know when to stop." "Why am I doing all of this?" Sasha raised an eyebrow. "It's for my mother's businesses, isn't it? I can't just watch those shops lose money!"

"But we've already secured the money!"

"Is 700,000 dollars enough?"

"Sasha!" Zachary was distressed. "We only need 700,000 dollars! Let's hurry and leave after we have the money. Don't covet the Chrisses!"

"Zachary!" Sasha shrieked and threw the nail polish bottle at the wall in a fit of anger, leaving a mess on the floor.

"I told you not to interfere with my plans! I won't settle for just the Chrisses. I'll aim for more. I'll replace that person and establish my presence in this world!"

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