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Chapter 172

Candice's POV

"What?!" Trisha exclaimed, almost spitting her cappuccino in my face.

"Hush, calm down Trish," I said to her as I looked around the strip club, ensuring that no one was eavesdropping on us.

"What do you mean by calm down, Candice? That I should frame Devon up? Are you kidding me right now?" She literally yelled at me.

"You're not really framing him up, Trish," I replied.

"What do you call drugging a man in an hotel room, and taking pictures with him?" She demanded.

"Stop sounding like this is the first time you're doing such a thing," I frowned at her.

"And so? At least I know the kind of men I do such with. Not men like Devon and especially not Devon. Please, Candice!" She flared up.

I slapped my forehead. "So, you're not going to do this?" I asked her.

"No amount of money will make me mess with someone like Devon. Count me out," she said as she stopped her cappuccino and turned away.

"Not even for half a million bucks?" I asked her and she paused and turned around.

"Ha
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