[First time defusing a bomb in a real-life operation, but I accidentally cut the wrong wire. Good thing, my hero was there to back me up. The scene was so disgusting with all that blood and flesh. Honestly, fireworks are prettier. Tonight, I’m wrapping myself up like a gift for my hero. I hope he enjoys unwrapping me.]
Then came a photo of her in revealing lingerie, tied to a chair, with a pair of hands carefully untying the ropes.
On those hands was a limited-edition Patek Philippe, which I had given Max as a wedding gift. It was the only one of its kind in the world.
So this was his “urgent mission,” defusing the bomb called Vania Slater.
I picked up my phone and called his superior.
“I want to report Max for covering up Vania’s role in my daughter’s death.”
Anyone who took my daughter’s life would pay for it.
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Vania quickly deleted the messages, but I had already taken screenshots. Then I posted them publicly on my social media.
It caused an explosion, figuratively this time.
Less than three seconds later, my phone rang.