Her Fetish
Sneering, I stepped forward and reached into his pocket to take out his phone.
Lester tried to snatch it back, but I glared at him. "What's wrong? Deleting the video is better for both of us, isn't it? This thing can be a big deal or a small one—it all depends on what we choose to do with it."
Lester understood what I meant. He reluctantly retracted his hand.
Using face recognition, I unlocked his phone, opened his photo gallery, found the incriminating video, deleted it, and cleared the trash folder. Only then did I breathe a sigh of relief and toss the phone back to him.
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