"I'm here, and I've said what I needed to say. Now give me the photos."
Edwin smirked. "Oh no, sweetheart. I'm keeping those. For old times' sake."
Carla's face flushed with rage. The last thread of her composure snapped. "Edwin," she hissed, pointing a finger at him, "you're a scumbag! A piece of garbage!"
He didn't seem bothered, his smile remaining placid and refined. "Takes one to know one, my love."
Her fury felt like punching a pillow. She was about to hurl her phone at his face when he spoke again, his voice deceptively gentle.
"I'd calm down if I were you, sweetheart. Slater is just outside. If you make a scene, it won't look good for either of us."
The name "Slater" jolted her back to her senses. She instinctively glanced behind him. Through the open driver's side window, her eyes met Slater's cold, distant stare. It was like being doused with a bucket of ice water.
She wasn't stupid. She understood immediately that this was no coincidence. Edwin enjoyed manipulating people, but he hated being played. Calling her here, arranging for Slater to see them—this was his revenge for the fake files.


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