Page 149 of Forgotten Prejudice

Now, I was the one rolling my eyes. “I’m almost there.”

He laughed. “You’re only thirty-nine. Besides, that’s not my point.”

“So, how about you get to your point and then leave?” I offered through gritted teeth, holding myself back from slamming the wine bottle into his head.

“Fine. Why did you decide to give up?” he asked while placing his hand on his waist.

“I didn’t. But let’s face it, without using the evidence about Christian’s abuse, we’ve got nothing.”

“Eh, wrong.” Eiv twisted his lips, and I looked at him, annoyed.

“What on earth are you talking about?”

“You might not use the evidence, which I still don’t understand why.”

“Was being nearly choked to death not enough of a reason?” I rubbed my neck, still feeling Camilo’s hold. “Besides, like I said, I wouldn’t do that to Camilo.”

“And suddenly, you’ve developed a conscience.” He clapped his hands. “Anyway, before you give me that speech about how Camilo needs to be the leading actor in this case or whatever other bullshit you mumbled earlier, remember you have another leading player. Shay-Lee.”

“What about Shay-Lee?”

“Get him on the stand.”

I snorted. “Oh, sure. Let me just pick up my phone and make a call—”

“Ha-ha.” Eiv came to stand closer, leaning into my personal space. “You sarcastic bitch.” He then pulled out a note from his pocket and held it between us.

“What’s that?” I asked, looking down at the folded paper.

“That, my sexy lawyer, is your ticket to see Shay-Lee.”

I raised a skeptical brow his way. “Do I want to know how you got it?”

He huffed. “Not unless you want to be involved with extortion and threatening a poor bodyguard.”

“You little weasel.” I shook my head at him. Eiv always had his way of doing things.

“Anyway, all I can do is get you into that hospital room. The rest is up to you.”

We’d been trying to reach Shay-Lee for months, but because his room was constantly guarded by private security, it was impossible. That was until Eiv took the initiative.

Suddenly, I didn’t feel like drinking myself to sleep tonight.

Snapping the paper from his fingers, I flashed him a toothy smile.

“I like you so much right now that I could kiss you,” I said.

“Well, what’s stopping you?” He wiggled his eyebrows like the little brat he was.

Laughing, I stepped back. “Common sense?”

Eiv reached for the bottle of wine, already filling a new glass for himself. “You know, I liked you more when you were a lonely bitch.”

How charming of him.

“Drop the glass, Eiv. We got a lot of work to do,” I said, already determined to get back in the race because I might just still have a chance.

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