Chapter 425 Jacobs Corpse (1/2)

”Mrs. Gu, Mr. Jacob is caught up in the middle of a business matter now. You'd better...”

Her cold stare intimidated Sam. He did not dare to lie before Emily.

”Something happened to him, isn't it?” Emily asked. She seemed serene at the moment.

The calmer she looked, the more Sam had a cause to worry. He only saw it as the ominous calm before an imminent storm. He wiped a few drops of cold sweat from his forehead, and stammered, ”No-nope.”

”Don't lie to me, Sam. Do you dare to swear on God?”

Sam remained silent. His confidence had been sent flowing down the drain by her intimidating nature.

Emily got upset seeing Sam's response. She realized that the situation may have gotten much worse than anticipated. She struggled to keep her calm and confident composure. She said, ”Since you addressed me as Mrs. Gu, it means that I am Jacob's wife. So I have the right to know what happened to him. I am bound to know the fact sooner or later, regardless of whether you choose to tell me or not. Why don't you just tell me now and get it over with?”

Sam was still in a dilemma. The difficulty of the situation he was handling manifested in his eyes.

Emily had prepared for the worst in mind, and she continued, ”Mr. Sam, I hope you can respect my right to know the facts as Jacob's wife.”

Sam took a deep breath. He had been pushed way too far by Emily. She was not a woman who had any intention to give up any time soon. He knew that he could merely hide the facts from her temporarily, and as she herself said, she was bound to know them sooner or later. Rather than she being coerced to believe the rumors being spread by sources with sinister intentions, it was better that she heard it from him.

”What happened to Mr. Jacob wasn't anything good. Mrs. Gu, please calm down and try to gulp down the facts as I spill it out.”

”Spill it. No matter what you say, I will take it. But I need to know.”

”Mr. Jacob ended up having a car crash on the river-crossing bridge at noon yesterday. His car fell into the river and his whereabouts is still unknown.” Perhaps the excessive mental pressure had begun taking a toll on him, and his voice began to tremble.