Chapter 70

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Lorenzo woke up early the next day. He was extremely excited, without knowing the reason behind it. He'd slept over it and had concluded that the only person that could possibly snap those pictures without getting caught inside this premises was the slut from last time. No other person could break into his house with this amount of security.

His instincts were never wrong even when he was wasted. If he remembered it precisely he'd felt this strange aura around her. Not that it mattered anymore. He should be exasperated for being used in her game of pity but he wasn't.

Why would he, when it was apparent the woman was also a victim in the deceptive scheme to ruin him, psychologically and otherwise? His image meant everything to his egotistical self.

Scoffing, he shook his head, increasing the song's volume as he wrapped the towel around his waist. He hummed the music, flicking his fingers and moving his head to the rhythm of the hip-hop music.

He switched on the shoulder and had