Page 87 of My Bossy Billionaire Attorney

She shrugs.

“You convinced me. But I need you to know this, if you rat me out, I will deny everything. Instead, I’m going to say I met with you to try and convince you to represent her again,” Alice says.

I chuckle. “Are you certain I am not recording this conversation?”

She laughs. “We both know that an audio recording obtained without consent is not admissible in court and that I will not say anything that might implicate me in front of a judge or in front of Savannah.”

I hate that she’s right, but it also confirms my suspicions. On the list of suspects that might have something against Savannah, Alice was number two on my list. The first was Brandon, and the only reason I added him was the small percentage of cases where the dead person wasn’t actually dead.

“Right. So, tell me, Alice, why did you send me the flash drive? And the letter? Aren’t you friends with Savannah? Didn’t she forgive you after you slept with her fiancé?”

I’m also reminded that I have seen Alice before—in Savannah’s office when I walked in on them talking.

“I’m not saying she killed Brandon,” she says, “But I need you to know the truth, so if you want to represent her again, you will know all the facts.”

Reaching into my bag, I bring out the envelope of what are supposedly supporting documents from a doctor. The envelope she had the boy deliver to me. I spread the papers out on the table.

“I’ll be frank, I didn’t think the reports you gave me were real, but the doctor checked out. He also confirmed that he has been Savannah’s doctor for a long time, and he showed me her confidential files.”

She shrugs again and then signals for a waiter, orders a drink, and turns back to me.

“I knew you were going to do your research,” Alice says with a smug grin. “I’m glad you can see that I’m not a liar.”

Not that I am a hundred percent convinced, but I don’t tell her that. Because I want her to trust me.

If Alice is the person who set Savannah up, then I have to catch her off-guard.

“You haven’t answered my question. Why are you doing this?” I ask.

“I said that I want you to know the truth,” Alice says, and I sense her getting heated by my questions.

I know she’s trying to get me to believe every word that comes out of her mouth, but I intend to push her to the edge. First, with guilt and then with the truth.

I shake my head. “You don’t think I am that incompetent, do you? You underestimate me, Alice. And I think you might beunderestimating your friend, too,” I smile. “Savannah isn’t that trusting.”

She takes a sip from her drink.

“You think so, but who would forgive someone who sleeps with your fiancé for a year? I did it, and she opened her arms and welcomed me back.”

Then she laughs.

“You still haven’t answered my question,” I insist.

I watch the impatience on her face make the skin of her forehead tighten.

“You want the truth? Fine, I’ll tell you. Savannah and I have been friends since we were in college, and she had everything. Sure, her father might have been hard on her, but he provided everything.”

“But my father,” she smirks. “He was never there, and neither was my mom. They acted like I didn’t exist, and so I stuck to Savannah. She got the attention of boys, but she wouldn’t give them the time of day, so I had my pick.”

I raise my hand to stop her.

“That’s it? You were starved for attention from your parents and you became a needy, jealous brat? That is why you stole Brandon from her?” I say disappointed.

Her eyes narrow.

“She did not deserve him! I had my eyes on him the entire night of the event and then he went to her! She didn’t even like him at first and it was only because he charmed her and her father liked him that she even gave him a chance.”

Her voice is high enough that it draws attention from the others, but I don’t mind. If anything, I know that they will serve as witnesses the same way Savannah was implicated.

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