Chapter 1117

Herman kept to himself, quietly watching Sean from a distance, his mind already dissecting everything about Tavon's fatal fall.

Sean didn't stick around. He burned the offerings, bowed his head at the grave, and left without another word. The whole time, he barely acknowledged Anastasia, acting like she was just another face in the crowd.

Anastasia and Salma lingered in the cemetery a little longer, paying their respects before heading out. For now, they were staying at a hotel. Salma was having a hard time coping—she barely spoke, just sat there lost in her grief. Anastasia stayed close, trying her best to be there for her.

In his own hotel room, Herman called Nelson. "Check what assets Tavon had in his name before he died."

Nelson answered automatically, “Mr. Salstrom, are you planning to help Mrs. Salstrom fight for the inheritance?"

Herman's reply was ice-cold. "You think I'm desperate enough to chase after Thomas Stanton's money? Just do what I asked. I want everything you find in half an hour."

Meanwhile, Dailey had made some headway into Kim's so-called accident. Just as Anastasia had suspected-it was no accident at all.

Turned out, a group called "K"-five people in total-had orchestrated the whole thing. The five of them worked together, staging the perfect cover-up.

These people were slippery. Even with Dailey's skills, he'd only managed to track down one member so far. Herman couldn't risk scaring them off, so he played it cool and waited for the right moment.

Whether the K Organization was after Anastasia specifically, or who was really behind them, there was still no proof. The group kept everything under wraps, never giving up information about their employers. Maybe even the members didn't know who was pulling the strings.

For now, Herman had no choice but to lay low and wait for the right opportunity.

Nelson realized he'd overstepped and wished he could kick himself. "Sorry, Mr. Salstrom. I'll get on it right now."

Nelson was quick-half an hour later, Tavon's financial details were sitting in Herman's inbox.

One thing stood out-a five hundred million dollar trust fund in Tavon's name.

When Anastasia came back from checking on Salma, she found Herman staring at his laptop. "Work trouble?" she asked.

"Take a look at this," Herman said, moving aside so she could read the screen.

Anastasia glanced over the email. "I never knew Dad had that much money saved up."

She knew Tavon was well-off-never

someone who'd worry about his next meal-but this was another level

He'd managed to squirrel away a fortune, even with Sandy running* the show.

She looked at Herman, puzzled. "Why are you showing me this? Do you want me to

fight Sean and Sandy for the inheritance?"

Herman rubbed his temples. "You're the second one to ask me that today."

She raised an eyebrow. "Who else?"

He sighed. "Nelson. I guess I've been too easy on my people lately-they're getting

a little too comfortable."

Anastasia's eyes drifted back to the

email, and an uneasy thought

do

bubbled up. "Wait, you don't really think Dad's death was an accident you. Herman I've been thinking-he was always so careful, and terrified of heights. Why would he go anywhere near a cliff?"

"That's exactly why I had Nelson look into your dad's assets," Herman said, tapping his forehead as he thought out loud. "Last time, when you said Kim's death felt off, I had Dailey, dig around. You were right there was nothing accidental about it."

Now that there was finally a trail to follow, Herman decided Anastasia needed to know. She had to stay alert—he couldn't always be there to protect her.

Nobody knew when the next "accident" might happen.

Anastasia's heart skipped. "So I was right? Someone's after me, aren't they? Kim got caught in the crossfire. Who could fake a murder so well it looked like an accident?"

“K Organization,” Herman said quietly. “I've got a lead on one of their people. Now we wait they'll slip up eventually."