The Price of Deletion
Julian D'Aurelius snorted coldly and said, "Second, give me your phone. I want to delete all the videos and photos."
His golden eyes narrowed slightly, pride stiffening his posture.
[ Damn, she set me up on purpose. ]
[ This cunning woman… but I fell for it on purpose, didn't expect that, huh? ]
[ Once I delete the photos and videos, you won't be able to threaten me. ]
Across from him, Bianca De Dominicis hesitated—just barely. A flicker of mischief passed through her crimson eyes before she slid her phone across the table.
"Go ahead and delete them," she said calmly. "But keep your word."
"Of course."
Julian accepted the phone without hesitation.
The aquarium-blue glow from outside the private room washed faintly over his sharp features as he opened Hello mesanger first, scrolling through the chat history. His jaw tightened slightly.
Delete.
Delete.
Delete.
The evidence vanished one by one.
