Chapter Eighty One

The response that followed was a taunting one. "Let's just say, someone with a mutual interest," it said, causing Emma to furrow her brow in confusion. Her gaze remained fixed on the screen, displaying a private number with no clue to the caller's identity.

Emma's voice trembled as she spoke with unease. "Why should I trust you?"

The voice remained assertive, "You're desperate, at a dead end. You can lend me a hand with something I need, or you can choose not to and remain in the dark about your father." The voice said and emma's throat suddenly felt dry, what does she have to give the strange caller by the way?

"What exactly do you need my help with?" Emma's voice wavered, her breath catching in her throat as the voice emitted a satisfied chuckle.

The voice continued, "I need you to uncover some secrets about your boyfriend." A hint of amusement colored its tone, leaving Emma even more confused.

Holding onto the phone tightly, Emma listened to the voice on the other end. "My boyfrien