Chapter 783



The man winced in pain but quickly plastered a fake smile on his face. “I think this woman is up to no good. I’m afraid she might hurt you.”

The woman scoffed. “I know exactly what you’re trying to pull. Move aside. I’m keeping her.”

The man glanced at Kallie, a flicker of regret in his eyes. But he didn’t dare disobey the woman, so he reluctantly let go of Kallie’s hand.

“What do you want us to do now?” the man asked. “Should we still go upstairs?”

The woman shook her head and turned to Kallie, a chilling smile spreading across her lips. “No need. I’ve found who I’m looking for. You all can leave.”

At the woman’s words, Kallie felt a wave of relief wash over her. For now, Elma and Calvin were safe.

The woman motioned for Kallie to join her on the only sofa that hadn’t been damaged in the chaos. The hall was a mess, but the woman didn’t seem to mind. She crossed her legs elegantly and took a sip of coffee, as if she had all the time in the world. She was polite to Kallie, but her politeness only made Kallie nervous.

Kallie had met all kinds of people in her life, and she knew better than to trust someone just because of a polite facade.

Just as Kallie suspected, the woman’s next words revealed her cruel nature. “You’re Kallie, aren’t you? So, tell me about your relationship with Clayton. Where is he? I should warn you, I detest liars and have plenty of ways of making them tell the truth. Surely, you don’t want to experience my methods.”

After this, the woman propped her chin with her hands, smiling at Kallie.

Kallie didn’t let her nerves show. “I don’t know where Clayton is. And I think you’ve got the wrong idea about my relationship with him. We’re just friends. He’s a young, good-looking guy, and I’m a mother of three. He’s not interested in me. Besides, I have a husband.”

The woman’s face changed, and she suddenly burst into laughter. Her laughter was sharp and unpleasant. “Hey, don’t rush to distance yourself from him. The more you try to convince me, the more I think something is going on between you two.”

Kallie looked the woman straight in the eye. “There’s nothing between him and me. Do you understand?”

The woman stared hard at Kallie, searching for any signs of deception. Finally, she snorted and leaned back. “Fine. Then tell me where Clayton is.”

Kallie shook her head. “I don’t know,” she said.

Alarmed by the dangerous glint in the woman’s eyes, Kallie quickly added, “But if you explain why you need to see him and what you plan to do, I can help you contact him. Please understand that he is a cautious man. He won’t agree to meet without a good reason.”

The woman nodded, seemingly finding Kallie’s words sensible. “Clayton once messed with my men. I confronted him before, but he never properly apologized. But now, I don’t care about an apology anymore. I’ve taken a liking to him.”

The woman spoke with an air of confidence, her eyes gleaming with determination. She seemed utterly convinced she could win Clayton over.

Kallie’s mind flashed back to her stolen handbag and how Clayton had helped her retrieve it. So, that was how he had messed with the gang. But how could these gangsters act with such blatant disregard for the law?

The woman grew impatient when she saw Kallie’s frown and silence. “Why are you just sitting there? You promised to contact him for me. If you don’t call him right now, I’ll take matters into my own hands.”

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