Chapter Ninety-One

A looked of anger crossed Mr. Davis's face and within a split second, he forgot who presence he was in.

“What!” Mr. Davis shouted before getting a grip on his tongue.

Pulling his brows into a frown, Rome gave him an icy stare without uttering a word.

The was a long paused. Then Mr. Davis suppressed his anger and mumbled, “Of course. Anything you say, I will not object. You can keep the photos until you feel ready to give them to me.”

After taking a moment to fight his urge to tighten his fist, he pitifully gazed at Rome, bent his back lower, resting his palms against his kneecaps, and pleaded, “I beg you not to send them to my wife. It will ruin my family and my image. I will do anything you say!”

“Good, because I still have use for you,” Rome mumbled, dropping his phone on the couch.

Even though he felt hesitant to ask, Mr. Davis swallowed hard and mumbled, “What is it?”

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