Nicole replied, âThatâs not your concern.
â
He pressed, âWhat do you want?â
Nicole responded.
âLetâs strike a deal.
â
Feeling somewhat hopeful, Mr.
Hampton asked, âYouâre after money?
Name your price.
â
Nicole replied, âMoney is not my objective.
â
Mr.
Hampton asked, âThen what is it you want?â
Nicole stated, âA contract from five years back.
â
Mr.
Hampton went quiet before texting back, âIâm not following you.
â
Nicole responded with a hint of amusement, âPerhaps the spread of these photos and videos across the internet will jog your memory.
â
Mr.
Hampton replied, âHow do we proceed?â
âJust wait for my instruction.
â
After sending the message, Nicole uploaded the incriminating content to a cloud server so secure it was nearly unbreakable.
Feeling a sense of completion, she destroyed the USB by crushing it under her foot.
She then wet her hair again in the bathroom, got dressed, and left the room.
The bodyguard, waiting for her, approached immediately, and said, âMiss Lawrence, itâs time for you to return to the villa.
â
Nicole couldnât suppress a smirk at this.
âLetâs go,â she said, her tone dripping with sarcasm.
Raegan had been engrossed in her studio work all day.
At lunchtime, her phone rang with a video call from Mitchel.
She picked up the call.
Mitchelâs handsome face appeared on the screen, somehow seeming more vivid than ever before.
âDid I catch you during lunch?â
Raegan softly affirmed with a âyes.
â
âLet me see what youâre eating.
â Mitchelâs voice filled the speaker.
Raegan aimed the camera at her meal, listing the dishes.
âRadish seed salad, broccoli, and steamed bass.
â
âIt Looks delicious, but youâre missing a soup.
Who cooked?â
âThe housekeeper,â Raegan said.