The words "Breaking News" flashed across the TV screen, reflected in Wilson Clark's eyes. Then, a news reporter began to read.

"Late last night, a woman reportedly trespassed the Simpson villa in Jillmount. A huge fire broke out later. The woman was suspected of setting the fire while the police are now actively investigating the source of the fire. The fire department has successfully kept the blaze under control, however, the fate of the victims is unconfirmed at the moment. The medical team are standing by, ready to save the injured."

"We will constantly focus on the latest progress of the incident. Any valuable information regarding the trespassing woman would be of great use to the police. The informer would be awarded…"

Wilson's heart skipped a beat as he took in the news. He was scared.

Turning to the man next to him, Wilson remarked, "Gosh, that was really close. We paid a visit to the Simpson Villa yesterday. Thank god we didn't stay over and left the Jillmount right on time. Or else, we would have been caught in this Jillmount fire!"

The other man merely shook the whiskey glass in his hand. He seemed to be quietly observing the ice cubes as they tinkled against the glass. And Wilson's voice didn't seem to disturb him at all.

"Rudolph, hello! Are you listening? I am talking to you! There was a massive fire at the Jillmount villas!" Wilson shouted indignantly.

Raising his gaze thoughtfully, Rudolph Ewell finally responded.

"Calm down. I think I know who started the fire…"

Wilson could only raise his eyebrows skeptically. "Wait! What? What do you mean? We weren't even there…"

Rudolph merely rolled his eyes. Then, he stood up slowly, his aura formidable.

After all, he was Rudolph Ewell, the head of the mighty Passino family, leader of all mafia groups in the world. His word was law and no one would dare to refute him.

But to Wilson, Rudolph's claim was still rather far-fetched. How could he know about the arson? Unless the arson was also one of the mafia and the entire matter was arranged by the mafia itself?

Rudolph cleared his throat, and Wilson immediately turned to him.

"There was a woman on the driveway last night. As we drove away from the Simpson residence," Rudolph began, "She was cleaning the ground."

A vague memory returned to Wilson.

Indeed, there was a woman in shabby clothes, cleaning. And now he recalled that they do had swerved to avoid her. She was focused on doing her work and she didn't even notice the car. She had a distinct feature.

"Oh yes, I remember that, now that you bring it up… So, you think she started the fire?" he replied, still feeling quite confounded.

Rudolph didn't answer, but posed another question, "Did you notice her eyes?"

Now it was Wilson's turn to nod briskly. "Yeah, she had different coloured irises… Heterochromia, I suppose." A friend of Wilson was also diagnosed with heterochromia. That was why he knew this syndrome clearly.

"Indeed." Rudolph replied, his face impassive. "Back then, it was a woman with distinct irises like hers, who had saved me when I was knocked out and fell into unconsciousness…"

He continued, "I have a hunch, she's exactly the same woman."

"What?" Wilson interjected in surprise. "But… That could only mean that Priscilla's heterochromia is faked? She lied to your face so you could marry her?"

Rudolph nodded. "She knew I was stubborn and would marry no one else except the girl with coloured irises. Women, huh?"

Letting out a sigh, Wilson continued, "So, she's probably just been wearing colour contacts!"

"That's right. Alas, I've only seen through her ruse now," Rudolph spoke, his voice low and deadly, "But it doesn't matter, she's perished in that fire after all…"