?<strong>Chapter 1179:</strong>


    The spacious living room suddenly felt oppressively quiet.


    After a long while, Holley managed to say, “What do you want from me?”


    Lamont slid his phone back into his pocket and replied casually, “I’ve already saved a copy of that recording onto a USB and handed it to a friend. I gave him clear instructions that if anything happens to me—whether it’s deliberate or an ident—if I end up injured or dead, he’s to deliver it straight to Belinda Wright, the attending physician in the Cardiac Surgery Department at the Grand ins General Hospital.”


    Holley went rigid.


    This was an outright threat!


    Lamont didn’t stick around. He rose to his feet and said, “I’m feeling a bit tired. I’ll take my leave now. Goodbye, Ms. Lewis.”


    After a few steps, he stopped abruptly, as if struck by a sudden thought. Turning back, he added, “Oh, and don’t forget about my two million.”


    With that, he left without a backward nce.


    The sound of the door shutting echoed through the room. Only then did Holley’s frustration boil over—she mmed her fist on the table in anger.


    That bastard! He had kept evidence!


    What should she do now?


    For a moment, Holley was utterly lost.


    With shaky hands, she pulled out her phone and dialed a number.


    Time blurred until the door of Holley’s ce swung open.


    “Holley!” Baker rushed in.


    “Baker…” Holley muttered, tears spilling down her cheeks the moment she saw him.


    He wrapped her in his arms, soothing her for a while before saying, “Tell me everything—what did Lamont say to you?”


    Still sniffling, Holley recounted the entire exchange.


    Baker listened intently, his face serious. He didn’t seem panicked.


    “Baker,” Holley said, her voice trembling with panic, “Lamont has a recording. Doesn’t that mean he’s got us pinned? What can we do?”


    Baker’s expression darkened, but his tone remained steady. “Stay calm. There’s still a way out of this.”


    Upon hearing this, Holley immediately straightened up, her curiosity piqued. “What do you mean?”


    Baker leaned forward slightly, his voice calm. “Think about it. Lamont already knows that the people after him are tied to you, so why didn’t he go straight to Belinda and expose you? Why did hee back to you instead, revealing the existence of that recording?”


    Holley blinked, still puzzled.


    A cold sneer crossed Baker’s lips before he regained hisposure. “Because, Holley, what he really wants is money. If Belinda were to uncover the truth, let’s not even discuss the fallout for us—do you really think Lamont would walk away unscathed?”


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