Page 88 of My Bossy Billionaire Attorney

“Then what?” I egg her on. “Did you make the first move? Was it because you were jealous? Because you hated Savannah?” I ask in a calm tone.

She sneers some more.

“Jealous?” Her tone doesn’t go any lower. “She isn’t better than me. After trying all her life to be better than her brother, pathetic. IdeservedBrandon, but he knew he would get money from her father, so he stuck by her side.”

“And how much did you hate her to make that fake video?” I ask, this time my voice is loud enough that everyone hears.

“A lot,” she hisses. “You have no idea.”

I smile. “I think I do. We are done here, Alice. I want you to know that I don’t believe a word of what you just said. However, I will not be telling Savannah as I no longer represent her. You’ll be better off telling her attorney.”

Her hand covers my arm when I stand, forcing me to remain in one place.

“What is it, Alice?” I ask.

She sighs. “You are right. I am jealous. But I know that Savannah has issues. I don’t want you to tell her—”

“I said I wouldn’t.”

“But I want to make sure you keep it between us,” she says as she continues to stroke my arm.

This is a contemptible woman, but I nod nonetheless. Then I shrug her hand off of me and head out.

Not until I leave the establishment do I let the smirk on my face show and reach into the pocket of my jacket, grabbing my phone. Alice was wrong because I had the phone recording as soon as I saw her walking towards the table.

Whether it is admissible in court or not, I still needed it on tape.

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“I can’t believe you had me drive all the way here, and you wouldn’t tell me why on the phone,” Peter complains.

I point to the champagne glass in front of him. “You are drinking from one of the finest bottles this hotel has to offer. Don’t you want to know why?”

“Well, of course I do, I didn’t drive four hours for nothing. Not to mention all the work that is piling up because you haven’t returned to the office yet.

“You can handle it,” I say.

“I was keeping an eye on my sister.”

“That’s fair. And that’s why you will like why I called you here,” I grin.

“Okay?”

“I think I found out who framed Savannah.”

His jaw drops. “You did?”

“Well, remember I said I had an informant?”

Peter nods.

“It’s Alice. The supposed friend who slept with Savannah’s ex. Well,” I correct, “dead ex.”

He leans back as his eyes widen. “Scandalous.”

I laugh at his comical reaction. “You are right. It is scandalous indeed. I met with her today, and she had a lot to say.”

Leaning back with my champagne glass in hand, I let him listen to the recording, laughing when his mouth opens halfway, and he almost spits out his drink at the end. The part where Alice runs out to meet me when I get to my car.

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