I shoved his hand away in disgust. “Victor, my private photos and videos are being sold like crazy and you still call this a prank? Tell me, are you humiliating me, or are you humiliating yourself?”
His expression didn’t change, but in my mind, I could still hear the conversation I had overheard at the club.
“Mr. Whytton, those private photos came from you. How do you plan on explaining that to Faith?”
Before Victor could respond, Abigail’s sweet, teasing voice came through the speakerphone.
“Explain? Why would anyone need to have explanation for Faith? It’s not like anyone forced her to pose like that!”
“Even if we take the most generous view of this—look at what she did to me! I sent her flowers out of kindness and she turned around and manipulated her fans on me! My personal photos are everywhere, yet people have to pay to see hers. If anything, she should be grateful that my brother showed her mercy!”
“Come on, big bro, stop wasting your breath. Just say it was all a prank! That way, you’ll look forgiving, like you’re standing by her no matter what and I get to teach her a lesson. Two birds, one stone!”