On the other end of the line, Maya casually strolled onto her balcony and pushed the soundproof glass doors shut behind her. She looked down at the empty backyard and laughed softly. "I am afraid. But you won't do it."
People who were desperate for love were always the most pathetic.
She was handing Frank the ultimate opportunity on a silver platter. She didn't believe for a second that he could turn it down.
Frank started the engine, his eyes narrowing into deadly slits. "I'm going to ask you one more time. Where are you?"
Clearly, his legendary polite temper was a myth. He had zero patience for her manipulative word games.
Maya wasn't intimidated. Resting one hand on the balcony railing, she drawled, "It doesn't matter where I am. What matters is that I've already sent the antidote to Atwater Manor."
"The Manor?"
Frank paused in surprise. Maya chuckled. "Exactly. Atwater Manor."
"Frank, I'm doing you a massive favor. This is your absolute last chance to win back the love of your life."
Maya tapped her perfectly manicured nails against the railing, her tone disgustingly cheerful. "Don't blow it. Opportunities like this don't come twice."
Without giving Frank a second to process, she prepared to end the call.
But Frank didn't take the bait. Instead, he asked coldly and sharply, "What exactly do you get out of this?"
What did she get...
Maya's eyes flashed with pure venom.
She got a lot out of it. But obviously, she wasn't going to tell Frank the real reason.
Instead, she gave an incredibly plausible answer. "If Elissa gets back together with you, the position next to Rowan Murphy opens up."
Frank had heard whispers of Maya's desperate obsession with Rowan before.
He let out a cruel, mocking sneer. "The position next to him was open for years, and you clearly didn't have what it takes to fill it then."
The utter contempt in his voice was impossible to miss.
It struck Maya's absolute deepest insecurity. Instant, blinding rage exploded in her chest. Just as she opened her mouth to scream at him, the line went dead. Frank had hung up on her.
Maya's fingers clamped down on the balcony railing with such psychotic force that there was a sharp *snap*. One of her acrylic nails broke clean off, and blood instantly welled up from her fingertip.
She didn't even seem to notice the pain. Her eyes burned with a deranged, hysterical jealousy.
*Why?*
Even though they had grown up together, the Wilkinson family still looked down on her! They spent all their time obsessing over finding Vera! Year after year, it was always Vera!
And now, even an outsider like Frank thought she couldn't compare to a piece of trash like Elissa?
Other than sharing the Wilkinson bloodline, what exactly was so damn special about that bitch?
*Couldn't compare?*
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