Plot Twist: I'm Dating Your Best Friend novel Chapter 4

Ryan remained out of the loop. "You held on for 15 years, Ms. Blake. I even heard Cameron mention that you two are trying to have a baby. What exactly are you playing at?"

"I only need the word from you, Attorney Scott. Are you helping me or not?"

He said nothing, simply studying her as if trying to peel away her facade and see through her schemes.

Just then, a waitress approached carrying a tray of coffee but slipped slightly, bumping into Cassandra. The latter lost her balance and stumbled into Ryan's arms instead.

Not far from outside the cafe, a camera shutter clicked, instantly capturing the moment.

Ryan's senses sharpened at the flash. Slightly annoyed, he gently but firmly pushed Cassandra away. "You're being followed."

She stumbled slightly and steadied herself with a hand on the table. "No one's following me."

"Someone just took a photo of us," he said with a teasing edge. "Did you offend anyone lately? Because with the way we looked just now, it'll probably be hard for you to explain if that photo gets out."

Cassandra chuckled. "There's nothing to fear if I've done nothing wrong. You're a man of integrity too, aren't you, Attorney Scott?"

Ryan raised an eyebrow. "Are you… always this forward?"

She gathered her things and slipped on her sunglasses. "I have somewhere else to be. I'm hoping the divorce can be finalized as soon as possible, and I believe you do too. Once you've drafted the authorization letter, send me a digital copy. I'll find a way to get Cameron's signature, and we can then move quickly through the process."

"Alright."

Without another word, Cassandra turned and walked out. She hailed a cab and left.

Mid-ride, her phone lit up with a message of several photos—all of her and Ryan. The angles were sharp and deliberately chosen, making it appear as if Ryan had his arms around her. It was an undeniably intimate pose.

"Check out the photos I just took. Let me know what you think."

The one who texted was Cassandra's best friend, Roxanne Miller, a seasoned wedding photographer. Naturally, she was an expert at capturing ambiguous moments like this.

Cassandra: "They're good. Thank you, Roxy."

Roxanne: "I don't understand what they're for, though. Is it to trigger Cameron?"

Cassandra: "He doesn't hold enough importance for me to do that anymore."

Roxanne: "What are they for, then?"

Cassandra: "Ryan's the rebellious, unpredictable type. I need something on him, just in case he tries to trip me up."

Roxanne: "You're worried he won't help with the divorce? Seriously? Hasn't he always wanted you and Cameron to split?"

Cassandra: "He'd rather make things difficult for me than see the divorce go smoothly."

It wouldn't be the first time. Every time she tried to do something, Ryan seemed to make it his personal mission to oppose her.

Now that she was determined to end her marriage, she couldn't help but worry he would change course and throw a wrench in her plans. She needed leverage, just in case.

Suddenly, the cab jerked to a hard stop.

Cassandra was thrown forward, slamming into the back of the front seat with a thud. Even the driver swore under his breath, "Why the hell are they hugging in the middle of the road? Geez…"

It was only then that she noticed the couple standing a short distance ahead.

The man seemed to have just picked something up from the ground and handed it to the woman. She covered her face, visibly emotional, and threw her arms around him in a hug right in the middle of the street.

Several cars screeched to a halt behind them, brakes squealing.

From a nearby black sedan, someone stepped out, clearly annoyed. "Can't you have your little love story at home? Do you know how dangerous this is for all of us?"

The man, with one arm wrapped protectively around the woman and the other flashing an apologetic "OK" gesture, responded with a smile, "Sorry, my girlfriend dropped her bracelet. I was just picking it up for her."

The man was Cameron.

"Even so, you can't just walk into oncoming traffic to pick it up! What if a car hit you? Who'd be responsible? And what about all the drivers you just held up? You owe us an explanation!"

Cameron remained calm as ever. He raised his voice slightly and said, "Apologies, everyone. I'll cover the losses. Once you've calculated the amount, contact my assistant. I'll triple the compensation."

Money talked.

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