He was right.

It was the truth.

That's exactly the kind of person he was.

And that was why Jessica had always wanted to break free from him, to escape.

"Yates, thank you," she said quietly.

"No need to thank me. I'm not letting you off easy, either. We're competing fair and square," Yates replied.

Timothy's voice was hoarse. "Alright."

Yates had made himself perfectly clear. If Timothy still refused to change, then he really would lose Jessica forever.

Jessica had compromised for Herbert's sake, for Vince's sake—because she always tried to do the right thing, always thought of others.

But he hadn't.

He only wanted what he wanted.

He couldn't bear the thought of losing her, so he kept trying to trap her at his side, ignoring her feelings completely.

"I'm hanging up."

"Yates, wait."

him before he could end the call. "Can

it. You'll figure it out," Yates said, and the line went

stared at his phone as the

wanted him to figure

work it out,

home.

He quickly dialed

I need you to check Mrs. Foster's bank statements—the card I used to transfer two hundred grand to, each

sir. I'll get on

Timothy paced anxiously, waiting.

Jessica's film. She'd bitten her lower lip so hard it was bleeding, a metallic taste

really had fallen

film herself, but even from the trailers and clips circulating online,

succeeded, Jessica's name would be everywhere in

so tightly her knuckles ached. She had

she'd participated in had ever

had completely outshone

ever have room for her in his

Sheila made

you help me with

of the bathroom just as her phone rang.

She picked up immediately.

at the early screenings, it's already a hit. I'm so happy for

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