Lilah reached out to a water bottle between the seats as she spoke. When her hand grazed the bottle, Milly nearly held her breath.

"Can I drink it?" Lilah asked, looking puzzled. She felt parched after her lengthy conversation with Milly.

Milly paused briefly, and then responded, "Of course. Please go ahead. The water is for guests. I can get another bottle after we get off."

"Unnecessary," Lilah replied with a smile as she unscrewed the cap.

"Remember, when you visit another company, the beverages are provided by them. You don't need to bring anything. Otherwise, they might think you're too accommodating and take advantage of that in negotiations."

"I see. Thank you, Miss Phillips."

"You're welcome." Lilah then tilted her head back and drank half the bottle before setting it down.

Milly's nerves were so taut she could barely breathe, astonished that Lilah had actually drunk the water. Everything unfolded so seamlessly that it almost made her suspicious.

Suddenly, she heard faint sounds from the passenger seat. Turning, she saw Lilah slumped in her seat, asleep. Her plan had worked.

Milly carefully pulled the car to the roadside. She reached out and lightly touched Lilah's nose to check her breathing. Lilah breathed evenly, her heartbeat steady.

The tranquilizer had cost Milly a considerable sum, yet it proved effective.

She could no longer conceal her victorious grin and burst out laughing.

“Lilah Phillips, you are clever, but what does it matter now? You're still trapped by my hand. Someone like you deserves the worst. You'll join my mother soon enough! Don't worry, I'll make sure you suffer greatly before you meet her and you'll beg for her forgiveness."

Milly sneered as she entered the password to activate the GPS and punched in a pre-set address.

"The route is set for you. Just follow the directions to your final destination."

"Even this car of your company suggests your time is up, Lilah Phillips. Your days are numbered."

With that, Milly floored the accelerator. She handled the car like a seasoned driver, which contrasted sharply with her earlier cautious driving.

Upon reaching the destination, she snorted disdainfully, exited the vehicle, and prepared to drag Lilah out.

Her plan was clear—to have Lilah in the driver's seat and send the car plunging into the sea. Perhaps the shock of the cold water might rouse her.

Once awake, Lilah would find herself trapped, desperately struggling to open the door as water filled the car, slowly drowning her.

Milly wondered if the suffering would be enough to satisfy her need for vengeance, but she doubted it. After all, death was irreversible. Killing Lilah wouldn't bring her mother back, yet Milly didn't care. She could not stand the sight of Lilah living another day. She was resolved that she would not survive.

"Don't blame me," Milly said calmly as she continued to drag Lilah. "If you're looking for someone to blame for your demise, blame yourself. You could have targeted anyone, yet you chose to kill my mother. This is the fate you've earned. I've even written a letter pretending to be you, apologizing to my mother and stating you wanted to end your life out of guilt. You can just go to hell!"

With renewed effort, Milly dragged Lilah out of the car. Suddenly, a stern voice called out, "Stop!"

Milly froze, her heart sinking. This was the worst time to be discovered.