boundaries.”
Leo stared at her, as if he couldn’t quite process the change.
He lit a cigarette, taking a deep drag and exhaling a swirl of smoke.
Under the hazy cloud, his handsome, tired face carried an air of indulgent decadence.
After a few puffs, he seemed to regain his composure. Snuffing out the cigarette in the ashtray, he walked over and sat beside Tara, pulling her into his arms.
In a low voice, he said, “Alright, we won’t use your photos and videos. Don’t be upset anymore. How about 20 million to drop the lawsuit? Going up against those reporters and influencers could hurt the company’s reputation.”
As he spoke, he kissed her ear, his hand sliding to the collar of her shirt.
Since it was Leo’s company involved, Tara decided she would agree to drop the lawsuit. She figured she might as well treat it as compensation for the three years she had spent with him.
After all, he had always been a satisfying lover.
Just as she was about to nod, Leo’s phone rang.
With one arm still wrapped around her, he pulled out his phone and glanced at the screen before answering. He spoke in Genovian.
“Wesley, what’s up?”
Wesley’s voice was laced with mischief. “Did you get Tara to agree to drop the lawsuit? Those reporters and influencers are holding Nina accountable for the whole mess, and she’s in tears from the pressure.”
Leo replied lazily, “Do you think she wouldn’t agree?”
Wesley chuckled darkly. “Man, I envy you. Honestly, I’m really into Tara. Since you’ve got Nina now, why don’t you hand Tara over to me? Even just for fun.”
Leo’s grip around Tara tightened, his voice cold. “Get lost.”
But Tara had heard everything clearly.
She had assumed earlier that Leo’s vague comments meant the issue was just a PR stunt orchestrated by his company.
Now, she realized the truth. It was all Nina’s doing.
