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A smirk was seen on Cassandra’s face- after all, she still has the last trump- that could make Mark be begging down his knees. She took out her phone and played an audio recording.

A static sound was; first heard on the recorder before a crisp voice resonated in the quiet halls of the restaurant. Mark had clenched his jaw the moment a familiar voice was; heard from the; recorder. His gaze- that was looking at Cassandra slowly shifted on the: mobile phone that- was placed on the table.

He looked at the device so seriously that- if only Mark’s gaze could destroy the device, then he would have done so. Another static was; heard before the recording had ended.

“Look at that reaction. It looks like; what was; recorded here is all the truth,” Cassandra grabbed the phone- on the table and promptly placed it inside of her bag- as if afraid that Mark would smash her- phone.

Irritation was; seen on Mark’s face while listening to the conve

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