Triplets on Secret Mission

Chelsea Zhao had fantasized about reuniting with Johnathan Howe countless times, but never in her wildest dreams did she imagine it would be at a funeral.

As Chelsea removed her sunglasses and hat, revealing the face reborn from the flames, her adopted sister Vicky Zhao, who had been kneeling in front of the tombstone, wailing uncontrollably, let out a piercing scream and leaped back in fear.

"Are you... a ghost?" Vickys trembling finger betrayed her inner terror.

Although the face before her was smooth without a single scar, anyone seeing someone who should have been in the grave appearing in broad daylight would be sweating with fear, let alone the one who had pushed her into the fire!

"You... you..."

"Clearly burned to death in the fire a year ago, right?" Chelsea finished the sentence with a sarcastic smile, causing a commotion among the guests present.

The fire a year ago had turned an E-Commerce Empire, the envy of everyone, into ruins overnight.

The once pampered daughter, Chelsea Zhao, was burned to a crisp at her own birthday party, and her father, Charles Zhao, unable to accept the loss of his beloved daughter, had a stroke and became a bedridden invalid.

Until today, a year later, the man who had weathered decades of business battles and seen it all, finally succumbed to his grief and left this world...

Although the Zhao familys tragedy had spread throughout the City of Crestfall, no one expected that there might be unspeakable conspiracies hidden behind the fire.

"Sister... let me explain..." Vicky tried to say more but was brushed off by Chelsea.

"Save your explanations for the reporters! I have nothing to say to you!" Chelsea turned to leave but almost bumped into someone.

The familiar scent hit her, and Chelsea was momentarily dazed. When her eyes fell on the face in front of her, she felt as if she had been struck, her mind going blank...

The face that had appeared in her dreams countless times suddenly appeared before her...

This was her Johnathan, the man she had loved for over a decade, but why did her eyes sting so much, stinging with the urge to cry.

His nose was almost touching her face, his rapid breath heavily falling on her skin, he said, "Youre alive? Chelsea Zhao!"

Chelsea instinctively took a step back but was grabbed by the wrist, his lips almost touching her cheek, sharply questioning, "If youre alive, why didnt you come to me? Why?"

He held on so tightly that his knuckles turned white, as if he wanted to break her wrist.

Clearly, there was sweat on his forehead from the pain, but Chelsea suddenly laughed.

"What for? To let you reject me again? Or to let you point at my nose and condescendingly remind me how cheap and pathetic my love is!"

Chelsea looked up at him, just like that, looking straight into his eyes, laughing with grievance and heartache.

The fire had almost taken Chelsea Zhaos life, and before the fire, Johnathan Howes cruelty had completely shattered Chelsea Zhaos love, which was as lowly as dust.

Chelsea Zhao would never forget the last words Johnathan said to her when they last parted.

He said, "Chelsea Zhao, youve had enough!"

Just six words, but each one was cold, piercing her heart like needles!