**Third person**
“So I've made my findings.”
“Good, that was fast. So did you confirm everything that I said?”
“Not exactly. You'll have to bring me—"
“Wait, not so fast, Mr. Stone,” she cut in, her eyes sparkling with a mischievous glint as she realized that this call meant she had the upper hand.
He frowned, confused. “What do you mean?”
“You have to pay for my silence.” Her lips stretched into a smirk. “I'm very sure Mrs. Smith would be interested in—”
Lucas scoffed. “How much do you want?”
She smiled confidently. “Five million.”
“I'll send seven. Get a DNA test between the sisters done.”
“The sisters?” Layla exclaimed, slightly taken aback. “How do you expect me to do that? Karen and I aren't—"
“Your problem,” he cut her off. “Then he lowered his phone, about to hang up when
