His unwanted wife, the world’s coveted genius

Chapter 599:

She glanced at the caller ID, and just like that, her foul mood returned. “Hello.”

“Minna, I miss you. When can we meet again?” It was a man’s voice on the other end of the line.

Minna couldn’t be bothered with pleasantries. “Morse,” she said, her sneer evident in her tone, “don’t think that a single favor gives you any leverage over me. Are you seriously expecting me to come and meet with you? In your dreams!”

Morse chuckled lightly. “Are you trying to kick me away after what I did for you? Aren’t you afraid I’ll tell Mr. Clark about that incident?”

Minna’s lips curled into a cold smile as she replied calmly, “What incident? What on earth are you talking about? I don’t understand.”

On the other end of the line, Morse fell silent for a brief moment before letting out a low chuckle. “You don’t understand, huh? Well, let’s jog your memory. I have a little recording here. Let’s see if this rings any bells.”

A tense pause followed, and then another voice filtered through the phone.

Minna’s expression changed the instant she recognized the voice.

Damn it! Morse had actually recorded their conversation!noveldrama

As the recording ended, Morse’s smug voice returned. “So, Minna, what do you think Mr. Clark would do if he found out you asked me to drug Belinda?”

Minna’s grip on her phone tightened. Her eyes narrowed, a dangerous glint flashing in them.

After a moment, her lips twitched into a sudden laugh. “Morse, I was in a bad mood earlier. Maybe I said some things I shouldn’t have. Don’t take it personally, alright? Did you miss me? How about I come over tomorrow night to see you?”

Morse laughed, his tone triumphant. “Now you’re talking! And since you’re coming, I’ve got a little request. Wear black stockings and some cute lingerie. You wouldn’t disappoint me, would you, Minna?”

Minna’s jaw clenched as she forced a reply through gritted teeth. “Of course. I’ll make it worth your while.”

“Perfect! I’ll see you tomorrow night then,” Morse said before hanging up.

Minna lowered her phone, her knuckles white.

After a long breath to steady herself, she dialed another number.

“Minna? What made you call me? What’s wrong? Did someone upset you?”

“Uncle, there’s a man blackmailing me, threatening me to sleep with him,” Minna said, her voice trembling as if she were on the verge of tears.

“What? Who is it? Who dares to threaten you? Just tell me how you want me to handle it, and I’ll take care of it!” Minna’s uncle growled, fury boiling in his tone.

“He has a recording of mine, and I need you to get it back. And make sure to cut off his hands and tongue so that he will never be able to threaten me again.” Minna’s tone was chillingly composed, as though such a request was no more unusual than asking for coffee.

“Consider it done, Minna. I will handle it.” Minna’s uncle didn’t find her request odd at all and immediately agreed.

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