Chapter 591



“Why aren’t you saying anything?” Kylee asked sharply.

Verena snapped back to reality, her expression turning dark. “Who do you think you are, Miss Wright? Are we even that close for you to be ordering me around like this?”

Kylee suddenly laughed. “I’m telling you right now, Verena—if you don’t want that video exposed to the public, you’d better do as I say. Understand?”

Verena’s face turned darker at the blatant threat. “Are you threatening me?” she asked icily.

Kylee replied, “Just take it as a friendly reminder.”

Verena said nothing, and Kylee continued, “Besides, I believe you don’t want Belinda and Lucas to be together at such a late hour, right?”

“I understand now,” Verena replied through gritted teeth.

“That’s more like it,” Kylee said with a smile.

Verena hung up without replying to Kylee.

“Damn it!” she screamed. “That bitch!”

She quickly dialed a number.

“Hello.”

“I don’t care what it takes, you must get that video from Kylee, one way or another! She just used it to threaten me! She said if I don’t do what she wants, she’s going to leak the video!” Verena exclaimed in anger.

The man on the other end of the line chuckled softly, seemingly unaffected by the desperation in Verena’s voice.

After a pause, he said, “All right, leave the matter to me.”

Verena was about to breathe a sigh of relief when the man added, “It has been too long since we last met, sweetheart. I’ve missed you so much. Tomorrow night at eight, the usual place. I’ll be waiting for you.”

Verena’s breath caught in her throat, and her expression changed drastically. “Oh, uh… I-I’m injured. I’m afraid it’s not a convenient time.”

The man chuckled, his tone more gentle this time. “No worries. I’ll make sure your wound stays untouched.”

“But I—” Verena tried to refuse again, but the man interrupted her with a questioning hum.

“Hmm?”

Just like that, Verena lost the ability to speak, as if a hand had suddenly closed around her throat.

A long, tense moment passed before she finally said, “Okay. I’ll be there on time.”

“That’s my girl,” the man replied.

Then, he ended the call.

Verena closed her eyes as a wave of agony washed over her.

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