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    Holley’s anxiety mounted as she remembered Lamont had only given her two days to resolve this.


    If Niko wasn’t released by then, he would go straight to Belinda!


    If that happened, it would be the end of everything.


    The mere thought of that sent a surge of panic through Holley, her heart pounding.


    She believed she had concealed her fear, unaware that Johnson had already caught the fleeting unease in her gaze.


    Johnson’s eyes narrowed slightly, a subtle, knowing smirk ying at the corners of his mouth. Belinda was right on the mark!


    Holley was indeed hiding something, and Timothy was using it to manipte her. That exined why she had been desperately pleading with everyone for help.


    Johnson’s expression grew icier as the realization settled.


    He fixed Holley with a steady gaze, his voice calm but firm. “Ms. Lewis, I’ll give you onest chance. Tell me the truth. Whatever hold Timothy has over you, for Belinda’s sake, I’ll step in this once. But if you keep hiding the truth, and Lucas or I uncover it ourselves, things will get messy for you.”


    He paused, a faint smile flickering as he added, “The choice is yours, Ms. Lewis.”


    Holley’s heart lurched with dread at his words.


    She instinctively bit her lip, her nerves unraveling.


    What was Johnson implying?


    Did he already know something, or was he just baiting her?


    Either way, she couldn’t risk confessing.


    Taking a deep breath, Holley steadied herself. “Mr. Hoffman, I understand why you’re suspicious of me, and I don’t hold it against you. But I swear, Timothy truly—”


    “Saved me before. I owe him for that.”


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    Johnson’s face remained impassive. He had anticipated this response. People like Holley, who clung to their secrets until the evidence was undeniable, wouldn’t crack without irrefutable proof.


    There was no point in continuing the conversation.


    Johnson uncrossed his legs and rose from his seat. “Then we’re done here.”


    With that, he turned to leave.


    Holley shot to her feet, her expression frantic as she pleaded, “Mr. Hoffman! I’m begging you, please, just help me this one time!”


    Johnson nced at her, his smile cold and derisive. “Your pleas mean nothing to me.”


    Without giving her a chance to respond, he walked away.


    Holley sank back onto the sofa, her face pale with hopelessness. Belinda had refused to help. Johnson had dismissed her. What options did she have left? Who could she turn to now?


    She had even tried reaching out to her mother, but her mother had refused to see her.


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