No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

Chapter 698

"Do you remember who it was?" Dustin persisted, pressing for an answer.

"I just hope Mr. Smith recovers soon. Life's a bit dull without his daily updates," I joked, quickly ending the call.

Dustin entered the room, placing flowers on my desk, and fixated on my face. "Haven't seen you this happy in a long time." "It's Mr. Smith, he got into a spat with his girlfriend and was just venting to me," I lied, using Grant as a convenient excuse.

"It wasn't about his little trip to the club, was it?" Dustin asked casually. "I saw him there."

My heart skipped a beat. If Dustin saw Grant, and Grant had seen Deborah, did that mean Dustin saw Deborah too? And the person Deborah feared-I'd always suspected it was Dustin. "Seems like all you guys love those kinds of places," I teased him.

Dustin shrugged it off. "I was there on business."

"Mr. Smith said the same, but his girlfriend didn't believe him and caused a scene," I said, picking up the flowers he brought and smelling them. They were fragrant.

"I heard you had a rough time at Sapphire Lounge. Why didn't you call me?" Dustin's words sent a chill down my spine.

He orchestrated it, yet here he was, acting concerned.

it weren't for Phipps playing me that recording,

was so

time to expose him yet. "I handled it myself, so I

a piece of my mind, left him

take matters into your own hands. Those guys are tough, what if you got

did get hurt, Dustin would want their life, wouldn't you?" I

then, taking

gaze was

nothing is more important

was the one behind the attack, his feigned affection made

bathroom, covering my mouel.

up

sw now

took a deep breath, staring at my reflection and realizing for the

swnove

evidence on Dustin and the Clark family's crimes, I had

Lounge on the phone. Was he mistaken, or was Deborah

call her when I heard Dustin's voice outside, "Felicia, are