In the cafe, Elizabeth rubbed her wrist, searching for the moon in the pitch-black sky. Lime watched her with an indifferent expression. Elizabeth glanced around and noticed the empty cafe.

“I booked the whole place,” Esme said flatly.

Elizabeth thought, Booked the whole place? Just for a chat? Esme’s family must be loaded.

“We’re in the spotlight. If our meeting gets photographed, it’ll cause a stir,” Esme said, sipping her coffee.

Elizabeth scrutinized Esme. The Russell family was known for their distinctive noses, but Esme’s didn’t match. In fact, her overall appearance was quite different from that of the Russells.

Elizabeth picked up her coffee and asked, “What do you want to talk about?”

Her phone buzzed.

Felix: Boss, I’ve found out about your marital issues with Mr. Tudor…

Elizabeth squinted at the unfinished message, feeling annoyed. Why be so vague?

Esme said, “Do you want to know who leaked the news about your marital issues?”

Elizabeth’s eyes narrowed as she looked at Esme, then back at her phone.

Felix: It was Esme who leaked the news to the media…

Meanwhile, Esme said, “It was me.”

Elizabeth clenched her fist and looked at Esme. “What good does this do for you? More people are cursing you, right?”

Esme raised an eyebrow and smiled. “Yes, more people are cursing me. I’ve also put the Tudor family in the spotlight.”

“Elizabeth, I’m trying to force Alexander! I want you to see he doesn’t love you,” Esme’s voice wavered.

Esme leaned forward, eyes fierce.

Elizabeth remained calm, sipping her coffee. “So, you’re willing to hurt yourself to spite me?”

Esme tilted her head back, unfazed. “By making myself the object of scorn, I can play the victim in front of Alexander. I want him to feel ashamed.”

Esme looked at Elizabeth. “Let’s make a bet and end this misery. How about it?”

“What do you want to do?” Elizabeth asked.

Esme smiled. “Let’s both get kidnapped and see who Alexander saves. Do you dare?”

“I won’t do it because he won’t save me,” Elizabeth said, sipping her coffee.

“Elizabeth, are you scared?” Esme pressed.

Elizabeth chuckled softly. She didn’t care about Alexander’s choice anymore.