Chapter 538



Kylee frowned. “Teaming up with me wouldn’t harm you. Why refuse? Two heads are better than one. Working together is always more effective than doing it alone.”

Verena just offered a dismissive smile.

Collaboration was possible, but it depended on the partner.

Teaming up with someone she was unfamiliar with could be disastrous.

Verena wasn’t that foolish.

“I’m not interested,” she stated flatly.

Kylee’s expression darkened in an instant.

She gave a cold laugh, looking at Verena. “Verena, I’m not here to negotiate with you. You’ll agree to team up with me, whether you like it or not.”

Verena scoffed. “Do you even hear yourself? Who do you think you are? You think you can force me to team up with you?”

Her face displayed complete disdain.

She looked down on Kylee.

Kylee didn’t say anything.

Instead, she pulled out her phone, scrolled through it, and placed it in front of Verena.

Verena glanced at the screen dismissively.

But that one glance froze the mocking expression on her face.

She looked up sharply, her pupils constricting in shock as she stared at Kylee.

Verena was taken aback.

Damn it! Where did this video come from?

How could such a video exist?

Verena’s heart pounded as she instinctively reached for Kylee’s phone.

But Kylee was quicker, pulling the phone away.

“You…” Verena looked at Kylee, her lips trembling. “Where… Where did you get this video?”

Kylee shrugged. “I filmed it myself, of course.

Quite a coincidence, wouldn’t you say? I just happened to capture this precious scene that day.

It’s very interesting, right?”

She smiled slightly, her tone calm. “Miss Reed, maybe you should think about this.

How would Mr. Clark react when he saw the video? If he knew that it wasn’t Belinda who pushed you down the stairs that day and that you deliberately fell and framed Belinda…

What would he do?”

The video Kylee had shown Verena was the one she had recorded at Harold’s birthday party.

It clearly showed Belinda merely brushing Verena’s hand away with minimal force.

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