Chapter 915:

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Brock gave a quick nod. “Relax; he won’t notice a thing.”

Inside the bathroom, an intimate atmosphere was building again. Krista tilted her head, her expression innocent. “Brad told me you and the other guy are always at the bars. Said you wouldn’t even be allowed in if you weren’t clean. But looking at you… you don’t exactly seem like an expert.”

Brock smirked, but there was a flicker of annoyance in his eyes. “I didn’t know you could be this wild. I’ve never met a girl who knows how to have fun like you. And with that body? You know exactly how to keep someone hooked. What, you think I’m not good enough?” Brock asked.

Krista’s lips curled into a satisfied smile. “No, actually, I’m impressed. But you seem like you want more.”

“What, you’re not gonna give it to me?”

“Of course, I will.”

Under the soft glow of the bathroom lights, Krista bit down on his shoulder, moving fluidly, completely lost in the moment. Brock felt like he’d hit the ultimate jackpot. A rich young lady, no strings attached—just pleasure without consequences. And the best part? He could even earn a hundred thousand.

When it was over, Krista slipped back into her room while Brock left. But she never suspected that Kameron had known everything.

For the past two days, Nyla had barely stepped away from her screen. She had combed through the website, but nothing substantial had surfaced. Then, news about the Higgins family came—Brevard had taken his entire family overseas. Nyla hadn’t interfered, suspecting Callie was already abroad as well. It was the best lead she’d had in days.

Exhausted, she leaned back in her chair, rubbing her temples. She had watched more footage in the last forty-eight hours than she had in years. Some profiles matched perfectly. Others were complete misfires.

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At first, she had only planned to skim through. Then she had stumbled upon a paid section. After hesitating for a moment, she had decided to pay the fee. What she saw next made her stomach drop. Krista. Or at least a glimpse of her—before the screen cut to black. It had been nothing more than a teaser, with no actual content.

For two days, Nyla had monitored the site, waiting for anything new to appear. But nothing did. The wait was unbearable.

“What exactly have you been watching on your laptop for the past two days?” Candy asked, dropping a stack of documents onto Nyla’s desk.

“Nothing major. Just the kind of stuff guys are into,” Nyla muttered, her voice laced with exhaustion.

Candy blinked, thrown off. “What the hell? Just take care of yourself. You look completely drained.” Candy waved a hand dismissively, “I’m off work. I’ve got a date tonight, so I won’t be coming back.”

Nyla let out a tired sigh. “Right, go enjoy yourself. Same guy as before?”

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