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I paused, fairly certain I hadn't heard her correctly. "Wait...you would actually be willing to help me this?" I sputtered out, more than a little dumbfounded.

She sneered, somehow making the unpleasant expression look decidedly alluring. "Why not? I've been looking for a new source of cheap thrills to stave off the boredom anyway. You once helped me out big- time by digging up a hotshot lawyer for me and handing over that big wad of cash along with that sweet ride. Consider this me finally returning the favor, sis."

I could have sworn I saw the faint glimmer of a genuine smile ghosting over her full lips for just a fleeting instant before her familiar mocking smirk was firmly back in place. "So go ahead then, say it, beg me to lend you a hand with your little scheme. I'm listening...

When I gave Bella my car and credit card. I toyed with the idea for a while but eventually, I chose not to call the police or cancel the card. The card limit was enough for Bella to live on for a while.

Now, I'm glad that I had chosen to retain a bit of kindness when she had come to me and even after she left. I could have hunted her down but I didn't.

I looked into Bella's eyes, trying to find a hint of insincerity in them. A sign that this was a trick, a way for her to toy with me and laugh in the end... revenge for marrying Mark but there was nothing there

I chose to believe her, largely because I knew her help would go a long way. Dylan and Tavon were more evil than I had imagined, and Bella's offer to help me was not one that I should turn down. "Alright," I finally said, then I rolled my eyes, "I beg you, Bella. Help me."

She looked beautiful and her face glowed as her face broke into a triumphant smile and I briefly pictured how well we would have gotten along if we didn't start put on the wrong foot or if Isaac hadn't messed herup or if our parents hadn't been horrible parents. There was just a lot that ruined the beautiful friendship that might have sprouted between us.

"Seeing how sincere you are, I agree."

I rolled my eyes, the corners of my lips tilting up in a small smile, "Thank you, Bella, I always thought..." *Remember," she interrupted me firmly, the smile on her lips gone. "I'm Jessica now, you cannot refer to me as Bella here. Don't even make the mistake of revealing our relationship or my real name to anyone, understand?"

I nodded, setting a mental reminder to stick to calling her Jessica.

"I understand, Jessica." I deliberately stressed on 'Jessica' so she could see that I meant it.

She looked at me and nodded. "Then it's settled. Find a way to get some of the fraudster's hair, I'll do the

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"Dylan's hair?"

She nonchalantly flicked her wrist in the hair, "Dylan, Lucas, whatever. Get me his hair, more than a strand,Property © 2024 N0(v)elDrama.Org.

I nodded, already thinking of how I would get his hair. That would be pretty easy.

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"But I'll say this before we get started," she raised her hand in the air.

"What's that?" I asked with bated breath. Please, don't let whatever she was about to say be an insane term. I prayed desperately.

"I am not in any way obligated to clean up your mess. If things go wrong, I'll pin all the blame on you," she said sternly, passing across that she meant every word.

I shrugged and nodded with a smile, "Sure, of course."