But I forced my expression to remain neutral. If I showed even a hint of what I was thinking, he might get suspicious.
"Okay," I said coolly, my voice void of emotion. "I'll check it. You just focus on driving, I don’t want to get into another accident."
“Don’t worry.” Then, Raphael sighed, relieved. Maybe, to him, the first problem had been solved.
Poor fool. He had no idea that he was the one who had just lost.
While he focused on driving, I took advantage of the moment. My fingers moved swiftly, deleting the videos and any trace of me on his phone.
I had spent nights making sure that no hidden cameras or CCTV had captured that moment. His phone was the only device that held the evidence.
Raphael was no tech genius—he would not have backed it up somewhere else.
He thought a single video was enough to ruin me.
Then I would show him just how much damage a single piece of evidence could do to him.
The moment we arrived at our destination and stepped into the boutique, an idea took shape in my mind.
As Raphael browsed through the selections, I sank onto a plush seat, pressing a hand to my stomach with a slight grimace.