"Okay, got it."
Dromion helped Carla leave the room.
That was when Lola called out from behind, "I booked you guys a hotel just across the road. I'll take you there."
Then, the woman kept her phone and sneered, "I rushed to meet Harry that night when he dropped by Stifling Night and even placed a mini camera on top of the vase. I don't know what happened afterward, but the camera didn't capture anything. Otherwise, we'd be enjoying some great content by now."
"You're disgusting!" Carla yelled. "I've treated you kindly all this while, Lola, but why are you doing this to me? Why?"
"You treated me kindly?" Lola scoffed. "I followed you around and served you like a slave ever since I was young. You call that treating me kindly? We're all human, and both our fathers are Windts. Yet, you're seen as a princess while I'm nothing but your little subordinate. Why is that?"
Carla retorted, "Everything I have was given to me by my father. What does this have to do with you?"
She couldn't understand Lola's reasoning.
"Yeah, that's why your dad died at such a young age, " the other woman enunciated. "You drove him to his death."
"Shut your nonsense!"
Trembling with anger, Carla wanted to strike Lola only to be held back by Alia.
"You dare lay a finger on Lola?" Alia gave Carla a shove and shot her a warning. "Now that we've got some dirt on you, shouldn't you be pleading to us like a dog by now? Instead, you're still acting all high and mighty? Should I post all these pictures and videos on the Internet, then? Maybe I should get Dromion to give the media a detailed account of what happened that night too."
"You…" Carla couldn't utter a word. She turned to Dromion and shook her head fervently. "No. It wasn't him. There's no way—"
"It was me. It really was." The man gazed at her weakly. "I know you have a scar on your waist."
Carla froze in shock and slumped on the couch.
She did have a scar on her waist.
Could it be…
No!
Something important suddenly sprang up in her mind. She hastily pressed Dromion against the wall and tugged at his shirt.
"Ughh!" Alia immediately turned around and covered her eyes. "How shameless can you be to do something like this right in front of us? You're disgusting!"
"What a Lolatic." Lola frowned with contempt.
Carla lifted Dromion's shirt, searching for a tattoo on the back of his waist.
It's not him.
I'm sure of it!
"I don't have time for a psycho like you, Carla, " Lola warned haughtily. "I'm giving you an order right now. Marry this man, or I'll release all the pictures, videos, and information I have on you, your T Nation gigolo, as well as the three kids you had with him."
"I won't marry him, " Carla declared, slowly calming down. "He's not the man from that night, nor is he the father of my children. You're obviously trying to set me up."
"Are you out of your mind?" The other woman tossed the explicit photos over. "I have all the proof right here, and you're still trying to deny it? Are you making any sense?"
"I'm sure it wasn't him, " Carla insisted. "But if you dare spread nonsense to the public, I'll never let you off."
"You…"
Alia merely smirked. "I'd like to see you can do that. Do you think we'd be afraid of you just because you have Mr. Giblo backing you up now? Do you honestly think he'd still protect you if he finds out about all your nasty deeds and the fact that you have three kids? He might even kill you instead!"
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