Trouble in Paradise by Three Way

"Yasmine, check the brooch. Claudia will probably reveal my photos in the second half," I said.

Yasmine had worn a sunflower brooch on her outfit today, equipped with a portable recording device to capture the events at the scene.

She nodded with a serious expression. "Don't worry. It's all set."

She took my hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. I returned the gesture, feeling a thin layer of sweat on both our palms.

Suddenly, she whispered, "They're coming!"

I looked up to see Leo slowly pushing Nelson's wheelchair toward us. Nelson sat in the chair, smiling with feigned kindness. "Ari, I knew you'd show up. Why not say hello to me?"

As he leaned forward to grab my hand, I quickly stood from my seat, avoiding him.

Once, I had asked Nelson for help, and he had always claimed to care for me deeply, often holding and stroking my hand.

At the time, I thought it was a parent's affectionate gesture toward a child. Looking back now, the signs had been there all along.

I lowered my voice. "Return that piece of land to me,

straightforward, Ari. Let's step

the exit. When I glanced at Yasmine, I saw that

theatrical gesture, Leo ripped the brooch from her chest and loudly proclaimed, "How many times have I told you? We broke up! Return the

shoe. My heart sank, and I tried to move toward it, but Nelson's secretary stopped me. "Ms. Jones, this way, please. Mr. Fisher is waiting." Yasmine's face turned livid as she turned to look at me. "Go ahead. Don't worry about me," she mouthed

didn't mince words. "Ari, you've seen my collection of

fists tightly, I stared at him in silence. "What now? Are you going to threaten me too? How much are you demanding I

laugh, his expression still one of apparent benevolence. Yet,

liked

harm

many times,

it or not. I truly care for

Ar

care...