Chapter 550 Name Your Price
Frank leaned back, smirking. "Alice? Yeah, she's got that whole open-minded, rich girl vibe. She's been around, if you know what I mean. Even had a fling with me."
Heather's jaw practically hit the floor. She couldn't believe what she was hearing.
Frank kept going, laying out all the juicy details. Heather's face turned beet red. She wanted to shut him up but figured recording this would be gold for Natalie.
Frank didn't hold back. "She got knocked up and had to get an abortion 'cause she had no clue who the dad was. She's got more men than a pro."
Heather's eyes widened. "Pregnant?"
Frank noticed her shock and blushing cheeks, thinking she looked kinda cute. "Yeah, Alice had an abortion. Surprised?"
Heather stammered, "I-Isn't s-she from the Cullen family? I thought she was all classy and stuff."
Frank chuckled. "You give her too much credit. She's got tricks up her sleeve. She's even fooling around with the butler's kid from the Howard family. And Adrian, that big shot, is actually gonna marry her."
Heather's heart raced. This was huge. She knew Natalie had a thing for Adrian. If Alice's wild side got out, the Howards would probably call off the engagement. She plopped down on the couch, mind racing.
"Is all this for real? How do I know you're not just making it up?" Heather pressed.
Frank grinned, "Oh, it's real. I've got pictures, and more. Even some explicit ones, uncensored. Videos too. Alice has a red birthmark on her leg, about the size of a fingernail. I know it all!"
Heather was floored. "You have videos?"
"Yep. Want 'em?" Frank's eyes lingered on Heather's chest.
Heather fought back a wave of disgust. "Name your price."
Just then, there was a knock on the door.
Heather got up and opened it to find Yancy standing there, cigarette dangling from his lips, hair falling over his eyes. He strolled in, shooting Frank a look that made him squirm. Despite Yancy's bookish, slim appearance, he had a rep for being ruthless. Frank was definitely intimidated.
Yancy pointed, "You, go to the second room on the right on the third floor and wait for me."
Heather left, and Yancy plopped down on the couch.
Lighting up a cigarette, the air filled with a faint jasmine scent. He took a deep drag and asked, "What did that chick want?"
Frank got to his feet, spilling the beans. "She was grilling me about my thing with Alice Cullen. We hooked up, and that's what she was digging into."
"Alice?" Yancy's brow furrowed. The name rang a bell and triggered a deep musing in him.
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