"Dead?"
Ye Zhanxing's eyes narrowed, reflecting a dangerous glint.
Just like that, a family of three all drowned by misstep—what decisively neat handiwork.
Such incidents were common in seaside areas, where several drownings a year didn't count as odd.
For cases like these, if there were no suspicious people or evidence at the scene, they would usually be chalked up as accidental drownings.
"Yes, a family of three, all perished, and their bodies have already been transported to the embassy."
"See that it's taken care of—if the murderer can be found, that's best; if not, arrange for the bodies to be cremated and brought back to the country for burial. Find them a nice cemetery, so the three of them can be laid to rest together."
Serving as master and servant over these many years, Wang Ming's loyalty lay solidly within Ye Zhanxing's understanding, or else he wouldn't have allowed Wang to remain by his side.
Perhaps this time, the betrayal was a last resort.
