Chapter 205: After Devin was thrown out onto the street like discarded trash, he lay there, attracting a crowd of curious onlookers.

Their whispers buzzed around him, each word a dagger to his pride.

What a disgrace! Above him, Sherman stood tall, looking down with cold disdain.

Filth like you shouldnt even dream of Ms.

Clarke, Sherman sneered, his voice dripping with contempt.

If you ever pull this stunt again, youll be taught a harsher lesson.

Devin didnt dare to fight back.

Instead, he nodded frantically, his voice trembling as he groveled.

I was wrong, okay? Please, show mercy! Shame burned inside him, but with the crowd dispersing, Devin scurried into the shadows like a rat.

Clutching the phone number Melany had handed him, his rage simmered.

Allison, if youre going to play dirty, dont blame me for responding in kind, he muttered under his breath, seething.

Once, hed hesitated out of some foolish loyalty to their childhood bond.

But that softness had backfired.

If kindness didnt work, then hed show her just how far he was willing to go to get what he wanted.

Meanwhile, at the company, Allison was busy mixing perfumes, having already forgotten all about Devin.

In her mind, he was nothing more than a coward one who bullied the weak but crumbled at the first sign of resistance.

After today, she figured hed learn his place.

The whole situation was just gossip material to laugh about later.

But just as she was about to pack up for the day, her phone rang.

The number was unfamiliar.

thought, but froze

youre raking

your parents and doing right

about? Im talking about that photo of your mother the one

Ive got it.

you want it back, meet me at Grinders

thousand dollars, or Ill make sure you regret

the phone in her hand,

she had

searching for it, it had never

had it this

Her expression darkened.

knew this

hundred thousand dollars wasnt even a dent

was just

want more later,

Fine.

then deal

secluded café, Allison found

floor as she entered the

grinning smugly behind a cup of

gesturing toward

some coffee, and then we can discuss the

crooked smile as he slid the cup of coffee across the table, his fingers lingering on the lip for just a moment

Fine.

twirled the spoon lazily, her gaze never leaving

in Devins eyes didnt escape her

person could have sensed something was

Her words were

as he reached into his

here, he said, waving the

money? In the

patting the sleek black

briefcase, his greed flashing across his face as he

from his chair, his

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