"I've waited this long; another week won't kill anyone," Starla replied coolly.
Did he really think he could just bury the story the second Yulisa was back in his arms? In his dreams. Tanya had been roasted alive on the internet for a week, so Yulisa was going to get double the exposure for the exact same amount of time.
"You're crossing the line!" Darian roared, absolutely livid.
"Oh, I'm crossing the line? Weren't you the ones who crossed the line with Tanya? What did she ever do to you? When she was getting slaughtered online, you didn't seem to care. You figured no one was going to break into her house and physically assault her, right? So why are you panicking now? Yulisa's safety is completely guaranteed with me. Don't worry, no one is going to barge in and beat her up!"
Her sarcasm was razor-sharp, throwing the exact same callous excuses Darian had once used to dismiss Tanya's suffering right back in his face.
Darian was completely silenced.
He had witnessed Starla verbally dismantle the Yelchin family before, so he knew exactly how lethal her tongue was. Now, he was the one bleeding from the puncture wounds.
"One week. Right?" Darian asked through gritted teeth.
He prayed this was her final demand. She had promised to let it go once she got what she wanted, and now she was tacking on another seven days.
Instead of answering, Starla simply hung up.
Listening to the dial tone, Darian wanted to smash his phone against the wall.
Shaw, his assistant, stepped into the office. "Sir, your mother is asking when Yulisa will be returning. Ms. Lansbury got what she wanted, after all."
Darian's vision practically swam with rage. He violently lit a cigarette, taking a deep, ragged drag. "Tell her one week!"
"A whole week? Your mother is going to—"


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