How ironic!
Upon hearing the news, Dexter just sneered.
“Serves her right,” he said. “She got off easy.”
Everyone knew Dexter, the young and promising CEO of the Bell Corporation.
There was a large photo hanging in his house, rumored to be his sister.
Dexter searched through the house and his phone, but he couldn’t find a single photo of me.
Finally, he found one on my retrieved phone.
In the photo, I wore a white dress and a tiara embedded with sparkling diamonds that shimmered in the sunlight.
My eyes were bright and joyful, holding a birthday cake in my hands.
It wrote, “Happy Birthday to Carrie!”
Dexter had never seen this side of me before.
I looked like a little princess, favored by everyone.
The Bell Corporation collapsed within a few years.
The business world sighed, but the true reasons remained hidden.
The once influential Dexter was now nothing more than a madman clinging to his sister’s clothes.
He would approach people and ask, “Have you seen my sister? She ran away from home at the age of 18.”
No one knew what happened to him later.
Perhaps he had no future.
