Chapter 84 Shut Your Filthy Mouth
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Fortunately, she’d checked beforehand–the Graysons hadn’t sent anyone tonight.
All she wanted now was for that damning video to disappear before more eyes saw it.
Blake turned to Caroline, his tone softening. “You’re the victim here. It’s your call whether to stop the playback.”
Caroline had been staring at him since the footage aired, her mind racing.
She was confused.
When he’d first demanded the screen projection, she’d doubted him too.
As Helen said, this hotel’s owner was notoriously reclusive–who could just waltz in and commandeer their surveillance system?
She’d assumed Blake was bluffing to scare Helen into confessing.
She didn’t expect him to actually do it.
One order. Instant compliance.
Just who is he?
“What’s on your mind?” Blake’s voice snapped her back. She forced a smile. “Nothing. Let’s proceed as agreed.”
Helen’s face twisted in panic. She yanked Alaina’s sleeve, hissing, “Mom, I can’t apologize on stage! It’s humiliating!”
And the diamond bracelet–she’d only worn it for two days! How could she just give it away like that?
Her voice cracked with desperation.
Alaina patted her hand. “Don’t worry. Your father and I won’t let this happen.”
She shot Edwin a look as though saying, “Fix this. Talk to Caroline.”
The man clearly doted on Caroline. If she relented, he’d surely drop it.
Edwin cleared his throat. “Caroline, we’re family. Helen’s still young and impulsive–can’t you let this go?”
Caroline nearly laughed. “Young‘? Are you senile? She’s my age–in her 20s!”
Edwin’s fists clenched upon seeing her unyielding attitude.
If not for the crowd, he’d have slapped her already.
Ungrateful wretch.
He curled his fingers, trying another angle. “You’re her aunt. Shouldn’t elders be magnanimous? I’ll
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Chapter 84 Shut Your filthy Mesuth
But refusing meant enduring more guilt–tripping
She tossed the hot potato back to Blake
“Plead with him. He made the bet–I’ve no exy.”
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Blake understood what Caroline wanted to do. He took the cue seamlessly. Indeed. Trying to persade her
won’t work. I detest liars. The terms stand.”
Helen snapped. “Who the hell are you to order me around? She whirled on Blake, spittle flying, “What does my problem with her have to do with you? You’re only defending her because you think she’s pretty and want to fuck her!”
Her words immediately angered Caroline.
Slap! Slap!
Caroline’s palm struck Helen’s check–twice.
“Shut your filthy mouth.”
It took Helen seconds to process the sting. Then-
“Mom, she’s always bullying me when you and Dad are not around! She hit me again, it’s so humiliating that I don’t want to live anymore…”
Sobbing hysterically, she fled toward the exit.
Alaina clutched her chest. “If she harms herself, I’ll die too!”
She scrambled after her.
Edwin pointed at Caroline, trembling with rage. “You’ll regret this if she’s hurt!”
He stormed off.
Caroline didn’t take his words seriously.
Drama queen. Helen would never kill herself.
She flexed her stinging palm, savoring the ache.
Blake frowned at her reddened hand. “Next time, use a chair. Not worth hurting yourself.”
His words were mundane, but they warmed Caroline’s heart like the winter sun.
“Thank you, Dr. Sherwood.”
His eyebrow arched. “Doctor“?”
Oops. The title had slipped out–a relic from her distracted thoughts.
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