"It seems Esther has an identity I don't know about, one that gives her significant power."
"We need to keep her calm until we completely figure out her hidden identity."
"How do we do that?"
Pamela pouted and asked, "You wouldn't want me to delete the social media post I made last night, would you?"
"So many people have liked and commented on it. Deleting it so quickly would be embarrassing."
Hans said solemnly, "Not only do we have to delete the post, but we also have to go back immediately and apologize to that bitch together."
"No way!"
"I don't want to … "
Pamela shook Hans's arm while continuing to pout in a sweet voice.
Hans didn't fall for it this time, instead smirking and giving her a light slap on the butt.
"Be good, listen to me."
"Once this is settled, I'll divorce that bitch and marry you in a grand wedding."
"Hmph, fine then."
Pamela reluctantly agreed, her eyes darting around before her lips curled into a faint smile. She then opened a shopping app, bought a box of contraceptives and several sets of bedding. And secretly changed the default delivery address to my home address.
That evening, Hans rushed to my villa with Pamela.