Chapter: 1145

Survival from such a fall was improbable, akin to winning the lottery.

Caught in a daze, she barely noticed another black car nudging hers from behind, pushing it toward the cliff's brink.

Norah jerked the steering wheel desperately, but her car remained unresponsive. With the narrow road offering no escape, she was forced to remain in the driver's seat, feeling her car being shoved off the cliff.

As her car dangled momentarily in the air, she closed her eyes, lamenting her fate at dying in such a grim manner.

The sports car spiraled down the cliff, somersaulting through the air before vanishing from sight.

Back on the highway, the black car halted. Its driver stepped out, snapped a few photos, and dialed a number.

"Boss, mission completed! The target is dead!" he reported.

After the call, he climbed back into the car and sped off, leaving behind nothing but a shattered guardrail to hint at the deadly plunge.

Meanwhile, at Wilson Manor, Iker jubilantly hung up his phone and summoned some of the family members.

It was close to eleven o'clock, and Elsa and Hank, roused from their sleep, stumbled into the room, barely able to keep their eyes open.

Elsa yawned and asked, "Dad, why are you gathering us at such a late hour?"

Iker had summoned only Mindy, Hank, and Elsa. The rest were deemed unworthy of the news.

"Norah is dead!"

His words fell like a bomb, jolting everyone from their stupor.

Elsa's eyes widened in shock. "Norah? My cousin Norah, Kason's daughter? She's really dead?"

She asked, disbelief coloring her tone.

How could Norah be dead already? What a tragedy for such a beautiful soul.

Elsa sighed regretfully. If only Norah hadn't contested her father's estate, Elsa wouldn't have harbored such resentment towards her. At most, she might have felt a twinge of jealousy.

Hank rubbed his face, struggling to grasp the reality. “Dead? How did she die? None of my men were successful."

Mindy, aware of the plots against Norah, was not shocked by the news.

"No tracks left?" she asked nervously.

Iker nodded. “Don't worry, trust me. Hank, I asked you to handle it before, but you failed after two months of trying. What can you possibly do?”

He patted Hank's head with disappointment. “Norah was almost back from Silverdale."

Hank didn't dare to retort. Norah was really fortunate that he couldn't damage her when he made his approach.