“Oops, I sent it to the wrong person.” Nicholas’ sarcastic voice could be heard on the other end of the line. “I should’ve sent such pretty photos to Mr. Jenner!”
“Nicholas Thompson!”
“Ms. Jenner, you’re absolutely delicious in the club!”
Yelena bit her lips and turned pale.
“I’ve suffered a lot in prison, Ms. Jenner. The fights, especially, kind of disabled my hand.
“If I have a slip of hand one day and accidentally post something… Heh, Ms. Jenner, I wouldn’t mind, but your image as a rich heiress…”
“Nicholas… Mr. Thompson!” Yelena’s voice shook. “J-Just tell me what you want! I’ll do it if I’m able to!”
“It’s nothing. It just doesn’t seem too sincere how you’re resolving the damage.”
Yelena gnashed her teeth. “W-What else do you want?”
“You only hired paid posters to give good reviews. I’d have done it myself if it were so simple. Why did I ask you?
“You should apologize when you did something wrong, Ms. Jenner!”
Nicholas sneered.
“You wouldn’t not understand simple logic that even kids get, right?”
…
Yelena appeared at the cafe the next evening.
The Jenner heiress, who had always been high and mighty, was dressed in a dark-colored shirt and pants. She did not wear any makeup and pressed her baseball cap as low as possible.
The cafe business that day was decent. There were many customers, and the irises outside the shop swayed along the wind, becoming one of the famous places to take photos at in the neighborhood.
Cordelia was happily busying about—only to catch sight of Yelena, who walked in slowly. She tensed, thinking that the latter was here for trouble again.
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