Chapter 10

Author’s POV 

Amelia got changed after the hectic day at work. Drasa was supposed to help, but she just ran away, leaving only her to handle all the business.

She felt frustrated, but she knew Drasa ran away because she felt overwhelmed by everything, and she couldn’t blame her for that.

She did scare herself sometimes.

She walked to the nearby bus stop where she planned on meeting Elara so she could pay her balance, then she’d send the picture to her.

She sat on the bench arranged by the roadside and began editing the picture until she heard a voice behind her, which she thought would be Elara. But when she raised her head, she was met with Sophia, the only person she didn’t want to see for now, but she didn’t seem to care.

“How can I help you?” she murmured, her attention still on her screen.

“Is that what you’re going to say after ruining my life?” Sophia bit her bottom lip, holding herself back from crying.

Amelia seemed frustrated by what she said, and she was forced to stand up, placing one of her hands inside her joggers’ pocket. She focused her whole attention on Sophia, holding herself back from yelling at her.

“Let me get this straight, Sophia.” She took a step forward. “I’m not the one who ruined your life. You should blame your cheating boyfriend for that!” she later yelled. She brushed her hair back with her fingers.

“But how could you? I thought you were my friend?”

“Of course I am your friend, but when it comes to money, I don’t really mind breaking friendships.” She smiled. “Come on, Sophia! You would’ve done the same, wouldn’t you? I know you well enough.”

“I can, but not to you.” Tears slid down Sophia’s eyes. “I mean, we’ve been friends for over five years! How can you do such a thing to someone you fucking called your best friend?”

“I don’t care!” Amelia’s voice was sharp, shocking Sophia for a brief moment. “All I know is I was paid to do what I did, and I don’t think I regret that.” She raised her phone up. “After successfully setting you up, I was able to get these three cameras.”

Sophia’s eyes shifted to the phone, and she tried to snatch it, but Amelia took a step back. The impact sent Sophia crashing to the floor, and she collapsed immediately.

“I don’t know if you’re sleeping or maybe you fainted… perhaps if you’ve died, wave a ‘Hi’ to both my parents.”

She turned to leave, but before she could take a step, another voice stopped her. She veered around to see Elara standing a few feet away, her gaze shifting between Sophia and Amelia.

“What happened to her?” Elara asked.

“Is that your business?” Amelia raised an eyebrow, but Elara remained quiet. “If you came here because of her—” her eyes trailed down to Sophia, who was lying on the floor, “then sort it out with her.”

She wanted to leave, but Elara stopped her.

“Of course I’m not here for her.” She dug her hand into her pocket and brought out an envelope, which she stretched toward Amelia.

Amelia stared at it for a while before snatching it. She took a look at the money before putting it inside her bag.

“Cool, turn on your Airdrop.” She smiled at her, bringing out her phone, and Elara did the same.

“You know, sometimes you do scare me. I mean, there’s nothing you wouldn’t do for money,” Elara muttered, still pressing her phone, unable to see the dead look on Amelia’s face.

“Just so you know, I don’t mind killing you here. If it leads to prison, then so be it. I’ll have peace of mind if I witness your funeral.”

Elara was shocked, forced to raise her head. She smiled awkwardly.

Amelia transferred the picture to her.

“Done. We shouldn’t meet again.”

She walked away, took a few steps before Elara called her back.

“Wait, why is her face shown and her hair colored green?” She took a step forward. “I mean, what’s the essence of taking the picture when her face is blurry, and the only thing that can point to her identity was her hair, then you colored it?”

Amelia was forced to turn to her and folded her arms across her chest.

“I need your help. It involves huge money, and all I want you to do is take a picture of Drasa serving the bald man,” Amelia muttered. “That was exactly what you told me. You didn’t give me instructions like, ‘let her face be shown’ or ‘I want her hair to be exactly as it is.’”

“Huh?” Elara asked in disbelief.

“I just explained what you told me, and I followed it strictly. I don’t like going against my clients.” Amelia smiled.

“Are you… are you making sense to yourself?” Elara asked. “I mean, does this make sense to you?” She showed the picture to Amelia.

“I took the picture. There’s no need to show me. I did exactly what you wanted.”

Elara wanted to reply, but before she could, her phone rang. She hesitated before sliding the green button. She went quiet for a while, then her eyes widened.

The phone went off. Elara was clearly in rage.

“You stopped the man? From touching Drasa?”

“I mean, you never paid me for not interfering in their encounter. Drasa is an employee where I work. I can’t just let anyone molest her… unless you pay for it.” She smiled widely.

“Are you crazy?” Elara asked, and Amelia moved closer to her, leaving just a space between them.

“I’m not crazy, but I can go wild if you step on my tail.” Her gaze was hard. She pressed her mouth to Elara’s ear. “As I told you earlier, I can kill you then go to prison. I will be thrilled, as long as I witness your funeral.”