Xanthea, typically so aloof and arrogant, now wore a look of defeat and hatred. Perhaps Matthew and Miranda were her Achilles' heel. If that was the case...
"Not only did I know about it, but I saw them myself, Matthew and Miranda, getting intimate behind the old oak tree at school. I still have those photos in my Dropbox!"
"What?" Xanthea's eyes widened with pleasant surprise.
She couldn't believe it. Photos of Matthew and Miranda in such a compromising position, and in the sacred yet thrilling backdrop of the school woods. If those got out, it would create a bigger scandal than any hotel rendezvous!
She could never expect to find it so easily.
"Can I have a copy?"
Isabella couldn't help but inwardly laugh at how easily she'd taken the bait.
"Why should I give you?"
Xanthea knew full well it wouldn't be so easy, "Name your price. Money or connections? Just say it."
There she went again with her condescending attitude, which Isabella loathed the most, as if she was doing charity for a beggar.
Isabella was infuriated, "Xanthea, cut the sanctimonious act. I'm currently the most sought-after actress in the industry, with blockbuster roles and endorsements coming my way. Do I look like I need your charity?"
Xanthea had only asked out of reflex and was taken aback by Isabella's sensitivity.
"So, what do you want?"
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