I Held Our Dying Sons While She Fed Steak to Her 'Best Friend' novel Chapter 9

"Meet me at Starry Café in thirty minutes."

I hung up before she could respond.

I got to Starry Café first. Emma arrived right after me—with Lucas in tow.

Seeing him made my blood boil.

My fists clenched involuntarily, my temples throbbing.

Lucas, on the other hand, lifted his chin slightly, smirking as he gave me a sideways glance.

I sneered in my head.

Still daring to provoke me?

You have no idea what's coming.

Fine. I'll deal with Emma first, then I'll take care of you.

Emma must've thought I was mad because she showed up with Lucas.

She hurriedly tried to explain.

"Babe, it's not what you think."

"I wasn't feeling well, and Lucas happened to check on me."

"He was worried about me, so he came along."

I ignored her and looked straight at her.

"No need for explanations."

"I called you here because there's something you should know."

"What is it?" she asked, confused.

I gestured for her to sit before pulling out a voice recorder.

Emma frowned.

"What's that for?"

"I hope you don't lose it after you hear this," I said cryptically.

Then, I pressed play.

"Lucas… cut it off!"

The moment Emma heard Lucas's name, she turned to him, her eyes filled with doubt.

Lucas's face went pale.

He lunged forward, trying to snatch the recorder.

"That's not me! William, you set me up!"

I shoved him back hard.

He stumbled, crashing into a chair and knocking it over.

"Alex… I'll add fifty grand to your cut."

Lucas scrambled to his feet.

"Emma, don't listen to this! It's fake!"

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