Karin had a bit of cunning to her, but it paled in comparison to Astrid's savvy.
If Astrid kept pressing, Karin was bound to blurt out something that would do her no favors.
"What a waste of space!" Bernice grumbled to herself, utterly fed up with Karin. As far as she was concerned, Karin was a stain on her life, a chapter she'd rather forget.
Her latest scheme had been meticulous, yet she hadn't counted on Robb's thorough protection of Astrid. The fact that they had drones covering every angle was something she had not anticipated.
Had she known about the drones, she would've never sent Karin on such a risky endeavor.
Now, it was too late for regrets. The only thing left to do was to shut down the live stream immediately and prevent any more of Astrid's interrogation of Karin from being shown.
Pacing back and forth in front of the window, Bernice suddenly thought of someone. She scrolled through her contacts, found a number she had never dialed before, and called it.
The phone was ringing, but the person on the other end didn't seem to be in any hurry to pick up.
As the ringtone played, Bernice's heart fluttered with anxiety.
"Hello," a deep and steady voice answered. Bernice's face lit up with relief. "Mr. Flint? It's me, Bernice. Do you remember what you promised me?"
Flint was caught off guard by Bernice's call, joy rising to his brows, "Of course."
Bernice got straight to the point, "I've got myself into a bit of a pickle and could use your help. If you could do this for me... How about we have dinner tonight?"
Flint, a big fish in the local scene, had an inkling of what Bernice might be referring to.
Under normal circumstances, he'd have agreed in a heartbeat. After all, to him, Bernice was the queen of his heart.
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