"So, if you don't want those pictures to see the light of day, you better get Liam out and give me the house!"
I pretended to be panic and pursed my lips. "I don't believe that! You're just trying to scare me."
Seeing my feigned panic, Monica became even more self-satisfied, as if she was relishing the thought of me in a state of desperation and begging for mercy. She quickly pulled out her phone and opened her photo album for me to see.
I inhaled sharply.
She wasn't bluffing. She really had those pictures.
Noticing my silence, Monica became smug.
"To be honest, it was Liam who was clever. He once told me that you're not as nice as you seem and suggested I take photos of you, saying I could use them against you when necessary. I had almost forgotten about that if you hadn't brought it up."
With a cold snort, I gave a hint to the bodyguard sitting at a nearby table, who was disguised as a bystander.
Now that it was confirmed that the photos existed, dealing with the situation became a simple matter.
The bodyguard swiftly moved in and snatched Monica's cell phone from her grasp, and as realization dawned on her, she erupted into screams.