In the hospital room, Jacob's face had gone completely white.
"Someone like Anna Ran?" the woman on the phone suggested.
"Anna served her purpose. But yes, someone of her caliber. Educated, connected, European sophistication. Not some trashy actress with a criminal past."
Lily felt Jacob's hand trembling in hers.
"Very well," the woman said. "I'll ensure the hospital arrangements are handled. If the wife survives the shooting, she won't survive the night."
"Good. And the evidence?"
"Already prepared. Once she's dead, the investigation will find exactly what we want them to find—proof that she orchestrated her own husband's grandfather's poisoning, proof of embezzlement, proof that she was planning to destroy Cross Group from the inside."
"Perfect. Jacob will have no choice but to publicly denounce her. The company's reputation will be saved."
"At the cost of your relationship with your son."
