Trouble in Paradise by Three Way

On the plane, I was restless.

After an hour, the plane finally landed. I immediately called Pete the moment I could turn my phone on. No matter what the situation was, if we wanted to get Yasmine bailed out quickly, with my current abilities... Things would be a lot easier if Pete were around. I had never felt like I needed him more than at this moment.

For the past three days, he'd been acting all mysterious. I didn't know what he was planning against Marcus, but he kept telling me not to worry and to wait for him at home. But now, I couldn't reach him.

It wasn't until the cab pulled up at the hotel where Yasmine's parents were staying that I finally gave up trying to contact Pete.

Mrs. Warren pulled me inside, and the woman who had always treated me like her own daughter bowed deeply to me. The worry etched on her face momentarily lifted when she saw me as if she had found a pillar of support. "Ari, I know your family is different from ours, but I'm shamelessly asking you for a favor. Could you try reaching out to your husband?"

I took a deep breath, hiding my hands behind my back where my nails dug into my palms. It seemed that they didn't know about my divorce yet.

I forced a smile. "Nicholas has been pretty busy lately. I can reach out to some friends instead, which should work just as well. But first, you need to tell me exactly what happened."

At the mention of the situation, Mr. Warren, who had been trying to maintain a serious demeanor, was suddenly overtaken by his emotions. His anger surged like a pot boiling over, spilling everywhere.

"Ten thousand dollars! Ten thousand dollars!"

I forced myself

accused us of accepting ten thousand dollars in exchange for guaranteeing a student's admission to our graduate

ten thousand, and certainly not for any

have

to know why we took the money and didn't keep our promise. Everything got

knife. Yasmine was trying to protect me and ended up

she accidentally hurt the student

a bit of relief. However, Mrs. Warren's next words sent my heart plummeting again. "No. It wasn't

that woman the one pressing charges

to compensate her, but she refused anything we proposed. She

then try to talk to this woman. Give me her ward

Warren grabbed a pen and paper, jotting down both Yasmine's and the woman's room numbers. In situations like these, private settlements were possible. If negotiations failed, it could

price hadn't

I reached the detention