Calvin pocketed his phone, visibly satisfied. He then gave Zoey an impatient look.

“Aren’t you leaving? Or do you plan to get caught here?”

Zoey was annoyed but held her tongue.

They had the upper hand on her now.

Yet, once this was settled, she couldn’t let these people live. They would ruin everything.

Zoey wheeled herself closer to Calvin.

Her eyes shimmered with cunning as she leaned in and murmured, “Calvin, assist me with one more task, and I’ll pay you another three hundred thousand. What do you say?”

Calvin glanced at Zoey, his expression curious.

“Let’s hear it.”

Dealing with Zoey was lucrative, and Calvin was eager to continue.

This was an off-the-books job for him, a chance to make some extra cash. Success or failure, he was guaranteed payment. It was an advantageous arrangement.

Zoey signaled for Calvin to lean in.

Noticing her disabled legs, Calvin moved nearer.

They spoke in hushed tones.

Despite Katelyn’s efforts to eavesdrop from the next room, their voices were too low.

After a brief exchange, Calvin, looking puzzled, asked, “Is that everything?”

Zoey maintained her composed smile and nodded affirmatively.

“Yes.”

Calvin reclined on the sofa, weighing the practicality of Zoey’s request.

A harsh gleam flickered in Zoey’s eyes.

She rubbed her sore leg.

Since Katelyn refused to help her, she resolved to take action herself.

After pondering it over, Calvin agreed with a nod.

“Alright, deal. Wait for my update.”

Zoey lifted a glass from the table toward Calvin.

“I’m relying on you for this.”

With a financial incentive, Calvin’s mood brightened. He clinked his glass against Zoey’s, smiling.

“Consider it done.”

Following a brief toast, Zoey chuckled.

“I’ll take care of the bill today. Enjoy yourself, Calvin. I’m heading out.”

Calvin sprawled back on the sofa, casually waving goodbye to Zoey.

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