My Wife Sent Me to Die for Her Childhood Friend—Then Lost Her Mind After I Died

“Does he know he was wrong?”

“Tell him that as long as he admits his mistake and kneels to apologize to Adrian, this matter will be over.”

Bianca Blackwell looked high and mighty, like the ruler of death who controlled life and death.

The secretary hesitated and looked like she wanted to say something.

“Ms. Blackwell, the director said Ethan Hayes ran away…”

Floating in the air, I gave a helpless, bitter smile.

How was that running away?

I was clearly already dead.

The hand Bianca used to hold her phone paused, and her face turned cold.

“He’s playing this kind of trick on me?”