Tyler taunted unceremoniously, "I finally understand now. Looks like the eldest daughter of the Louises is actually afraid that a nouveau riche will give her trouble."
"I'm not afraid, of course.”
Cassey pointed at Sara. "But she is. If that fatty kills her, then the police will come and investigate me because she's my employee. Wouldn’t that be a big issue for me?"
In other words, it was either I left Sara to her doom or helped her to the end.
I pursed my lips and looked at Sara. "Lady, want to change your job?”
"I'll arrange it," Tyler offered.
Sara had not even agreed yet.
Sara did not know the way we do things, nor could she tell if Tyler and I were speaking the truth. For a moment, she was slightly overwhelmed.
"Are you saying that you're willing to be my friend now?" Cassey grabbed my arm and asked with glowing eyes.
I faked a smile. "People are racking their brains to be your friend. If I don't agree, then I'll be too ignorant, don't you think? Besides, having more friends means having more options open, no?"
Cassey guffawed, no longer maintaining the ladylike image of an aristocratic lady. "That's decided, then. You can’t back out now."
Having said that, she turned to Sara and said, "It’s your lucky day today. Hurry up and thank Miss Lane and Mr. Schuman.”
Sara immediately bent her waist and thanked us." Thank you, Miss Lane and Mr. Schuman, for your help. I'll be sure to repay your kindness."
"Give me your phone," Tyler said blandly, standing up.
Sara froze for a moment before pulling out her phone and handing it to Tyler with both hands.
Tyler took her phone and entered a string of numbers. "Call this number tomorrow afternoon. Tell him that Tyler told you to call him and he'll know what to do.”
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