"Do you think playing the victim will make me stop? Don't be naive. If it's not on you, then tell me where you hid it," Cassandra demanded.At that moment, Xavier handed her his phone and sighed. "Cassie, I noticed Harvey's been chatting with another woman. I didn't want to interfere in your private matters, but I'm worried he might have handed the files to her."Cassandra scrolled through the screen, her face growing darker with every second. She shoved the phone toward me. On the screen was a screenshot."'Good night, Babe. Sweet dreams.' Harvey, have I given you so much rest time that you still have energy to flirt?"The screenshots were fake.I wanted to explain, but my body wouldn't cooperate. I forced the words out through clenched teeth. "I didn't do any of that."Xavier raised his voice. "Harvey, the evidence is right here. Stop denying it."He then turned to Cassandra. "Cassie, don't worry. Men make mistakes all the time. My friend runs a training center that specialize
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