Crises in Love (Zora and Jaylan)

Chapter 280

With a nod, Hannah reached out and took my iPhone, stepping over to Zora. Gracefully, she squatted

down and shoved the screen in front of Zora's eyes. Zora glanced passively at the screen, then her

defenses shattered.

“No, I didn't do that. You're wrong.” Zora recoiled as if stung by a scorpion, sliding backward on the

floor, shaking her head like a rattlesnake, and protesting, “Aaliyah, you can't blame everything on me. I

didn't do it.”

“Really? Check the next one.” I commanded Hannah with a cold voice.

Hannah elegantly showed a playful look on her face as she watched Zora, “Shall we see the next one?”

Zora shook her head, fear evident in her eyes. Hannah checked to the next image.

“That wasn't me. Jaylan made me do it.” Zora finally blurted out.

“Did he?” I calmly turned my gaze to her, “Hannah, call Jaylan.”

“Sure thing,” Hannah replied, standing up and dialing on the touchscreen.

“Aaliyah, Jaylan made me do it, indeed. I said the same thing to his face,” Zora raised her voice in

protest.

I laughed, unfazed by her fury, “Excellent. Let's have a face-to-face showdown. If you're not afraid, let's

play a shameless game. Let's see who Jaylan stands with.”

I stood tall, radiating confidence, “I'm curious to see how much Jaylan values you, his advisor.”

“Aaliyah, this won't do you any good. Don't forget, if he cared about you, he wouldn't cheat on you. He

wouldn't let me harm you. Don't overestimate yourself. He doesn't love you, so don't be so arrogant.”

Zora was nearly hysterical.

Honestly, her cunning was no match for Clara's.

I provoked her further, “Zora, you may have forgotten that I have the right to be arrogant. I don't mind

showing you how Jaylan bows to me.” Têxt © NôvelDrama.Org.

I gave her a wicked smile, then said to Hannah, “Call him.”

Hannah dialed, then put the call on speaker.

After a few rings, Jaylan picked up, his voice filled with affection, “Honey, you're awake?”

I didn't respond, instead, I looked at Zora with a satisfied smile.

“Aaliyah, you're despicable,” Zora grumbled.

Jaylan, on the other end of the line, certainly heard. I spoke, my voice full of contempt, “Come over.

Your mistress' place.”

I then motioned for Hannah to hang up.

Zora struggled to sit up, her beautiful dress torn at the seam, looking rather pitiful.

I looked at her with distaste and said scornfully, “Jaylan should at least buy you some decent clothes.

After all, you're his plaything.”

“As a maid, this is already too much.” Hannah spat out disdainfully.

“You're wrong. Maids are respectable. They earn their respect through hard work. But those who

seduce men for material gain, especially those who harm the men’s wives, are another story. We can't

generalize,” I corrected Hannah.

Zora glared at me in frustration, “Aaliyah, don't get cocky, you...”

“You should think about how you're going to explain what you just said to Jaylan.” I cut her off, “Your

repetitive words lack impact. Doesn't matter if you don't speak. If you want to say something, make it

useful.”

“It was Jaylan who made me do it. Even if the police come, I'll say the same thing.” Zora looked

determined.

“Don't worry, and you'll have the opportunity to tell the police.” I teased her again. “And bring your dear

Maddox.”

Zora looked terrified, fear evident in her eyes.

Seeing her nearly wet her pants in fear, I chuckled, continuing to taunt her like a lab rat, “Zora, if I

change the game, will Jaylan be even more grateful to me?”