THE DISABLED HEIRESS, MY EX-HUSBAND WOULD PAY DEARLY.

At that moment, Cora's voice lowered a bit, but her tone was still sharp and unsettled. "Still… I don't trust that guy one bit," she muttered, gripping her phone tightly. "Even the first job he did, Malisa… yes, it worked, but something about him didn't sit right with me. I haven't fully trusted him since then."

Her thoughts raced as she continued, "And now you want to add this to it? This is bigger. More serious. We're not talking about cleaning up someone's mess. We're talking about digging into something that might shake everything. Something that might be dangerous. You really want to bring in someone like him, when we don't even know what he's truly capable of?"

She let out a frustrated sigh, her brows furrowing deeply. "Yes, I liked how he handled that previous job he was swift, precise but that doesn't erase the fact that he's shady, Malisa. He's not someone I feel comfortable trusting when we're walking on such a thin line."

On the other end of the call, Malisa gave a quiet nod as if Cora could see her. "Alright then," she said calmly. "No problem, Cora. If you're not convinced about Lovie, then there's no point in trying to chase the identity of Mr. B. Let's just forget that angle entirely and move on to something else. We'll think of another plan something clean. Something we can fully control."

Malisa's words echoed with a mix of disappointment and calm resignation. But there was also subtle pressure behind them an unspoken weight in her tone. She was letting Cora make the decision, but she wasn't hiding what it might cost them.

And Cora heard it. She paused, her lips pressed tightly together. She felt the tug of logic and the pull of emotion. Her instincts screamed not to trust Lovie. But her curiosity… her burning need to know who Mr. B really was… that hadn't left her.

She exhaled slowly, her voice quieter now. "You really want to use this Lovie guy again, don't you?" Her fingers tapped lightly against the armrest of her chair. "Although I'm curious. I really want to know the identity of this person…"

Then she leaned back, closing her eyes for a second, weighing the danger against the unknown. Then she whispered, more to herself than to Malisa, "But what choice do I have?"

At that moment, Malisa didn't respond immediately. She took a slow breath, then nodded subtly even though Cora couldn't see her. Deep inside, she understood just how risky this entire situation was becoming. Using Lovi again was not what she wanted, especially not when trust was still an issue, but the truth was crystal clear he was their only option for now. They didn't have the luxury of choices anymore.

With her voice low but firm, Malisa then said, "Alright, Cora. It's settled then. I'll reach out to him right away. No room for delays this time. He gets two days just two to get us the full identity of this Mr. B. No excuses, no funny business. If he messes up or drags his feet, we cut ties for good."

However Cora didn't answer immediately. There was a noticeable silence on the line as if she was weighing her own decision all over again. Then, after what felt like a long pause, she muttered, "Okay. Give him the job."

Malisa's eyes narrowed with resolve. "Good. But before I even place that call, we need to put something else in motion. Something stronger. We can't just sit back and wait for two days. What if Mr. B strikes before then? We need an immediate safeguard. Something we can fall back on if things spiral."

Without hesitation this time, Cora said, "I've already thought of that."

Malisa raised her brows, curious. "Oh?"

"Yes," Cora said, her voice sharper now. "After this call, I'm contacting Robert. I need that percentage of shares back the ones I gave him last time. I want them back today. I don't care how he feels about it. That's leverage I can't afford to lose."

Malisa nodded in agreement even before Cora finished. "That's a smart move."

Cora went on, "And after that, I'm going to start drawing up something else. I don't know what yet, but I'm not going to sit around waiting for Mr. B to make the first move. He may think he's already ahead, but he's about to find out he messed with the wrong people."

Malisa smiled faintly. "That's what I wanted to hear. I'll take care of Lovi. You handle Robert. Let's move."

At that moment, the call ended with a low beep, leaving Malisa sitting in quiet thought. But over on the other side, Cora didn't waste a single second. She picked up her phone again and scrolled straight to Robert's contact. Her finger hovered for half a second just long enough to consider the weight of the conversation she was about to have then tapped the call button.

The phone barely rang once before Robert answered, almost as if he had been waiting for her call.

But before Cora could even open her mouth, Robert's voice came through calm, firm, but unusually eager.

"Cora! I was just about to call you right now. Your call beat me to it. I really need to see you. There's something I need to talk to you about urgently. I don't know if you're free today, but we can meet. In fact, I'd rather we talk in person."

Immediately Cora blinked, taken aback for a moment. The timing felt strange too strange to ignore. She had called him for a reason, a serious one. But now Robert also had something important to say?

"Okay, that's fine," Cora replied, trying to keep her voice steady and casual, but inside her mind was already trying to piece things together. "I also need to tell you something. So why don't we talk over coffee?"

However there was a pause on the other end. Then Robert responded with a soft chuckle.

"That's perfect. I'm already heading out. I'll text you the address. It's not far. I think you'll like the place."

"Alright, I'll see you soon," Cora said softly, already beginning to stand from her seat.