Chapter 341: The faceless woman from the nightmare.
Another month had slipped by, yet Erica remained elusive. There was no lead about her.
Dylan had done everything in his power to provoke Erica into action—tightening his grip around Mr. Blair’s business, squeezing it until it was on the brink of collapse. One final push, and Mr. Blair had no choice but to sell everything and leave the city in disgrace.
But there was still no sign of Erica – no retaliation. It was as if she had vanished from the world.
"I don’t think she is coming back," Justin said. "Maybe she has abandoned the idea of revenge."
Dylan, however, refused to believe it. His jaw tightened. "That’s not possible. She won’t forget her mother’s death that easily. She will come."
He was certain in his heart that Erica would stop at nothing. She was out there, lurking in the shadows, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.
"She is watching us," he continued. "Maybe she is closer than we think—observing, planning. Don’t let your guard down. Keep looking."
With a nod, Justin turned and exited the room.
Later that day...
By the time Dylan stepped into the mansion, the clock had already crept past nine. Loosening his tie with a sigh, he shrugged off his coat and carelessly dropped his briefcase onto the sofa.
"Martha, bring me a glass of water," he muttered, sinking into the plush cushions.