Chapter 612



“Of course!” Verena nodded.

“Good, Miss Reed; it’s great that you think that way,” Kylee replied with a smile. She reached for her new phone and then showed the screen to Verena.

“What’s this?” Verena asked.

Her calm expression changed the moment her eyes landed on the screen. Her face blanched as realization struck, and she looked at Kylee in shock.

Damn it! This woman still had a backup of that video!

Kylee put her phone away, her grin almost playful. “Oh, I forgot to mention. I keep several backups. So, even though the cloud drive was wiped clean, I still have that video.”

Verena’s face turned ashen, and she stayed silent.

Kylee continued, “Miss Reed, as I’ve said, the video only ensures our cooperation runs smoothly. Exposing it wouldn’t benefit me, but if you try this stunt again, I’ll have no choice but to hand it over to Mr. Clark. Neither of us wants that, do we?”

Verena’s hands clenched into fists, her nails digging into her palms as she fought to maintain her composure. She cursed Kylee inwardly.

Verena then exhaled slowly, her shoulders stiff. “You’re right, Ms. Wright. I’ll stop trying to get the video, as long as you promise not to hand it to Mr. Clark.”

“Of course!” Kylee nodded. She then smiled sweetly at Verena. “So, this time, let’s genuinely wish for a successful partnership, shall we?”

“Yeah,” Verena replied.

She realized that getting the video back was futile. After all, who could guarantee that Kylee didn’t have multiple backups stashed away? The upper hand had slipped entirely into Kylee’s grasp.

Verena’s mind churned.

She believed she needed something, anything, to hold over Kylee now. Only then could they balance the scales, keeping each other in check. A slow, dangerous smile crept onto Verena’s face as she thought of that. Kylee should just wait and see!

Belinda had the day off, but the relentless rain outside kept her indoors. The rhythmic drumming against the windows provided a comforting backdrop as she immersed herself in surgical videos.

Just then, the sudden chime of the doorbell pulled her from her focus. Curious, Belinda set down her tablet and walked to the door. When she opened it, she froze.

There stood Lucas, drenched to the bone, rainwater dripping from his clothes and hair.

Lucas stood there, utterly disheveled. His entire body was soaked, rainwater dripping from his clothes, and a noticeable bump swelled on his forehead.

Belinda blinked, taking in his state with a mix of confusion and disbelief. “You…”

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