By the third incident, he had tried to refuse, but in the end, his financial desperation had won out.
“Do you have the chat logs?” Lionel asked.
Ben nodded, quickly pulling up his conversation history with Sandra and handing the phone over.
As Lionel scrolled through the messages, his expression grew darker with each passing second. He took out his own phone and photographed the screen.
“If there is a next time, you know what the consequences will be.” He stood, looking down at the photographer with a cold, menacing glare.
Ben nodded frantically. “I understand, Mr. Rosenberg. I promise, I will never do anything like this again. I’ll delete her contact information right now!”
He fumbled with his phone, deleting Sandra’s number in front of Lionel. Once it was done, he scurried out of the café as if his life depended on it.
Back in his car, Lionel stared at the photos on his phone, a storm of anger and confusion brewing inside him. If Hannah hadn’t pointed out that man, he would have never uncovered this. He would have never known what Sandra was doing behind his back.
After a moment of grim contemplation, he slammed the car into gear and sped toward the hospital.
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In her VIP hospital room, Sandra was trying to come up with an excuse to call Lionel. It had been hours since the incident went viral, but he hadn’t called to check on her. Normally, he was the first to call whenever her name appeared in the news. Was he just too busy this time to notice?
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