MR. BILLIONAIRE, YOU’RE NOTHING WITHOUT ME.
She finally answered, in a gentle voice, she made sure she sounded low as necessary as she really wanted to sound nonchalant.
He went round the table, his chest slightly tightening, he however tried to remain composed. "Don't pretend that way."
"Like what?" She raised an eyebrow, a subtle sign of disapproval of whatever he is trying to claim or accuse her of at that moment.
He grabbed his phone from the table, unlocked it and showed Cassandra the post that has been trending. The compromising caption and, underneath it—a picture that should have never been public.
“The leak,” he pointed out, every term he said, laying emphasis. “The image. It was you.”
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