"Ms. Sander, I admire your confidence, but I have a thing for mature, intelligent women."
"I'm mature too!"
Alvar barely glanced at her, his lips curling into a slight sneer. "Really? Do you even own a mirror, Ms. Sander?"
"Excuse me?" Amy's face turned red with anger. "Aren't you afraid I'll send those photos to Bayer? He'll love to see them."
"You're more naive than I thought. Aren't you the one who wants Hetty to marry Bayer more than anyone? A miserable life for her is what you're banking on, isn't it? Next time you try to play games, you might want to think a little harder."
With that, he turned to walk away.
"Hmph, do you think you're the only one who's smart?" Amy scoffed, crossing her arms defiantly.
"You're in such a rush to find Hetty, aren't you? Well, guess what? I'm her
