Rebecca came walking fast into the backyard of the villa, to the spot where they buried what she believed was Benjamin.

Louis also got there.

She looked at him coldly. “Where’s the shovel?”

“I don’t need one,” Louis said.

“Are you trying to use your brute force to pull the body out?” she hissed at him. “What will you do if the body gets damaged? What if it’s not fake but the original body? Even if it’s fake, I don’t want it to get damaged for no reason, so go and bring a damn shovel.”

“O-Okay,”