Chapter Sixty-Two

The room lay cloaked in darkness, with only a faint twinkle of moonlight filtering through the partially closed blinds and a frail lamp on a nearby table, fighting against the dense gloom as it tried its best to cut through the thick darkness, offering only glimpses of the scene unfolding within.

In the middle of the dimly lit room, a lady stood, her figure drafted by the faint glow.

She exuded confidence, wearing an inciting dress that clung to her curves.

Her eyes shone with determination as she stared into the darkness, fixating on an unseen figure lurking in the room.

In a voice filled with defiance and frustration, she broke the stillness, her words sounding like a challenge.

"I did my part of the deal," she asserted, her voice tinged with a smoldering grievance.

"You promised to pay me the other half of my money once I left a lipstick stain on Reynold Becknard without him noticing."

"But here I am, weeks have passed, and I still haven't received the rest of my pay"

Her words rema