Chapter 58

Bobby clenched his fists. His expression was a map of despair etched by years of life's relentless grinding. "How are you so sure that the diamonds can't be recovered? What you should be doing right now isn't begging me, but cooperating fully with the police and finding the diamonds. "Did you come to me hoping that I would quietly swallow the loss like some naive pushover and take the hit for the diamonds after hearing about your hardships? But why should I? Money doesn't grow on trees, even for the rich." Lorraine shook her head, unable to agree with Bobby's approach. Being wealthy didn't mean she had to play the fool. The crowd slowly caught on. She was right—this was just moral blackmail! "Exactly! If it's that serious, take it up with the police! You don't look that desperate to me." "Could this actually be a setup? Are you trying to guilt trip her into paying just because she's rich?" As public sentiment shifted, Bobby's face flushed, then paled. "T-that's not what I meant