Love In Disguise: Rebirth of the Heiress
Chapter 70

Chapter 70: Chapter 70

"Probably covering her tracks," Laura said nonchalantly. "She’s good at that. Real good."

Something about her tone sent a chill down my spine. "What tracks?"

"Do you always ask this many questions?" she shot back, crossing her arms and arching a brow.

"Yes," I said evenly. "When I need to understand why the same thing that happened to me in my past life happened to her. And why, despite knowing nothing would happen to me anyway, she decided to report me."

Laura tilted her head, her smirk faltering for a moment as if trying to figure me out. Then she let out a dry laugh.

"You really want to know?" she asked.

"Yes," I replied, my tone sharp.

She sighed dramatically, leaning back against the desk again. "Fine. Since you’re so persistent. Normally, I don’t air dirty laundry. But when your so-called friend decided to demote me, give my work to some Jessica Wilde just so she could kiss up to her boss and climb the ladder, I make exceptions."

My eyes narrowed. "Demote you?"

"Oh, yeah," Laura sneered. "Your darling Lola got my position handed to Jessica Wilde on a silver platter. Not that she even used it on herself—no, she just gave it away. And for what? For scraps. She’s pathetic."

"Jessica Wilde..." I murmured, my mind spinning.

Laura continued, her voice laced with venom. "Lola is a prostitute. A hoe. She sells her nudes for cash, and if that wasn’t bad enough, she got herself tangled up with the wrong people—a bad gang. And guess what? They exposed her sorry ass. Photos, videos, everything. All out in the open."

I stared at Laura, the weight of her words sinking in.

"And," Laura added, her voice dripping with satisfaction, "I’ll keep telling anyone who asks me about her. Everyone deserves to know what kind of snake she really is."

I blinked, my mind racing to process what I’d just heard. It wasn’t just the words—it was the sheer venom in Laura’s tone, the way her eyes lit up with satisfaction as she tore Lola apart.

"Why do you even care so much about what happened to her?" I asked finally.

Laura’s expression darkened. "Because people like her think they can step on others and get away with it. And you know what? I’m done letting it slide."

I studied her for a moment, her anger tangible, her words sharp. But despite the venom in her voice, there was truth buried in it.

"Thank you," I said simply, my tone sincere.

Laura blinked, taken aback. "For what?"

"For being honest," I replied. "And for not sugarcoating it."

She smirked, folding her arms again. "Don’t mention it. Just don’t get stepped on like the rest of us."

I nodded and turned to leave, abandoning the idea of confronting Lola here and now. This wasn’t the place, and this wasn’t the time. If what Laura said was true—and I had no reason to doubt it—then Lola wasn’t just some manipulative coworker. She was a liability.

And I needed a plan.

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I spent the rest of the afternoon laying the groundwork. First, I ditched my usual professional attire for something more fitting for the task—dark jeans, a leather jacket, and a cap pulled low over my face. The look wasn’t about blending in; it was about exuding authority.

Next, I made a few calls. My contacts weren’t exactly aboveboard, but they were reliable. By the time the sun set, everything was in place.

I parked my car in an abandoned lot on the edge of town, the air heavy with the scent of oil and rust. The location was perfect—secluded, quiet, and far from prying eyes. The kind of place where secrets were kept.

The men I’d hired were already waiting, their faces shadowed under the dim light of a single bulb hanging above.

"She’ll be here soon," one of them said, his voice gruff.

I nodded, leaning against the hood of my car. "Good. Make sure she’s alone."

The minutes ticked by slowly, the anticipation coiling tight in my chest. Finally, the sound of tires crunching against gravel reached my ears.

A black car pulled up, and two of the men stepped forward. They opened the back door, and there she was—Lola.

Her eyes were wide, darting around nervously as they guided her out of the car. She was disheveled, her hair a mess, and her usual confidence was nowhere to be seen.

"Where am I?" she demanded, her voice shaking.

I straightened, stepping into the light. "Lola," I said, my voice steady and cold. "Welcome."

Her eyes snapped to mine, recognition flickering across her face. She froze, her breath hitching.

"What... what is this?" she stammered.

I took a slow step toward her, my gaze never leaving hers. "We need to talk."

Lola’s lips quivered, but she pressed them together, her eyes defiant despite the fear etched across her face.

"I’m not saying a damn thing," she muttered, crossing her arms over her chest.

I let out a slow, exasperated sigh, gesturing to the men standing behind her. "You’re really going to make this difficult, huh?"

She didn’t respond.

I stepped closer, lowering my voice so that only she could hear. "Why are you working with Jessica Wilde?"

Her shoulders stiffened, but she didn’t flinch. Still, no answer.

I tried again, my tone sharper this time. "What’s your deal, Lola? Why report me to HR? Why get involved in something that has nothing to do with you?"

Lola’s jaw tightened, her silence infuriating.

"Fine," I said, taking a step back and crossing my arms. "You want to play stubborn? Let’s play."

Her eyes flickered with uncertainty as I leaned casually against the hood of my car, pulling out my phone.

"Cute kid," I said, scrolling through a photo I’d found during my research. A boy, maybe six years old, with Lola’s same defiant expression. "He’s got your eyes."

Lola’s face turned pale. "Don’t."

I raised an eyebrow. "Don’t what? I’m just admiring the family resemblance."

Her fists clenched, her entire body trembling. "Leave him out of this."

"Then start talking," I said evenly, holding her gaze. "Because right now, I don’t care about your little HR stunt. I want to know why you’re tangled up with Jessica Wilde and what the hell you’re both up to."

Lola shook her head, her voice breaking. "You don’t understand."

"Then help me understand," I said sharply.

She looked away, her breathing ragged. "Jessica... she doesn’t give people a choice. You don’t just say no to her."

I narrowed my eyes. "What does she have on you?"