"Yes." Jerry accompanied her. This is also a way Kristina Kingston protects Justin Kingston. With Mrs. Kingston’s personal involvement, no one dared to take it lightly. In Riventhal, the Kingston family’s influence was still very strong. In fact, if Kristina didn’t do this, Justin would still deal with Elias Colton severely to protect Anton Miller. He had already called the police station. The order was given that this man must die. In Riventhal, no matter how formidable Elias Colton was, Justin was still a giant figure who could shake the whole city with a mere stomp. Not even ten Elias Coltons could match him. He was stabbed last time due to special circumstances, not knowing that guy used hidden weapons. The sky had grown dark and the situation was unclear. In an apartment, at the stroke of midnight. Monica Usher lay alone on the big bed, entering a dream of Justin Kingston— In a park under the night sky, with stars twinkling above, she and Justin walked hand in hand, her other arm wrapped around his, resting her head on his shoulder as they strolled. He had agreed to be with her, and today was their first day of dating. The air was filled with the scent of happiness. "Monica, thank you for everything you’ve done for me and the Kingston Group over the years. I’ve seen it all, and I’m very moved." Justin’s voice was like a gentle evening breeze, soft and pleasant. "No need to thank me, I love you!" She said playfully, glancing at him with happiness, "It’s my honor to do things for you." After a while, she asked, "Does this count as childhood sweethearts?" Monica Usher, usually independent and composed, appeared petite and tender in front of him, completely immersed in the joy of love. "I suppose so." Justin answered her. She happily reminisced about every moment they shared together, each birthday, every holiday... She was the closest woman to him. As they walked, the man who held her hand suddenly disappeared. Her hand grasped empty air, and she stopped and turned her head, finding no one beside her. Justin had vanished into thin air. Everything just now seemed like a dream. Stunned, she looked around, her face growing pale with fear, "Justin? Justin!" She cupped her hands around her mouth, frantically searching the park and shouting, "Justin, where are you? Justin! Come out!! Don’t leave!" "Justin! Don’t abandon me!" In the dream, calling, searching...she was engulfed in desperation. In reality, Monica Usher lay on the bed, cold sweat on her forehead, her nerves taut. Her dry lips trembled slightly, "Justin... Justin, don’t leave... don’t leave..." She screamed aloud, sitting up as if electrocuted! Her chest heaved violently, sitting on the empty bed, surrounded by silence. It was a dream... just a dream... Recalling the dream that started sweetly and ended badly, her heart began to ache as if being torn apart again. Is even the dream mocking her wishful thinking? ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ Nove1Fire.net For many days recently, she dreamed of Justin. He would appear in her dreams in various forms. He didn’t want her, yet he haunted her like a ghost, like a wraith, more like a curse. Causing her immense suffering. Pushing off the covers and getting out of bed, Monica Usher put on slippers and walked to the liquor cabinet. Opening the door, she found it filled only with various drinks, only then remembering Barbara Sutton had removed the alcohol. These drinks held no appeal for her, nor could they solve her current woes. She casually slammed the liquor cabinet shut, sitting alone on the couch in the living room, staring blankly, unsure of what she was thinking... She was completely sleepless. Thinking and thinking, her eyes involuntarily filled with tears again. How could she forget the man she had loved with all her heart for so many years? She didn’t have the ability...