Bessie couldn't retreat from Maison. Her pale face and trembling body betrayed her terror, a look Trevor saw clearly in her eyes. He felt sorry for her.

Maison, however, showed no fear. He claimed to be Evie's subordinate, confident the matter would be resolved quickly. "Everything will be okay? Ha! You wish, brat. Fail to compensate me two million dollars, and I'll sleep with those two pretty ladies. Nobody can stop me!"

He acted like an obedient worker following orders, oblivious to the cigarette he'd dropped, burning a hole in his shoe. He merely gasped when it singed his foot.

The call ended with Maison's sneering replaced by a glum expression, leaving everyone bewildered. Corrie and the others, backed into a corner, hadn't heard the conversation; they only saw the change in his demeanor. Only Trevor understood.

"Guys, just—"