"Don't go to see anyone from the Johnson again, especially that asshole," Xenon said sternly.
"I needed to find proof..."
"I got it six hours ago," Xenon said.
"Huh?" Miya exclaimed in disbelief. "How?"
"Easy. I hired a gorgeous woman to seduce him. She got him drunk and found the deleted photos in his phone."
"Impressive." Miya heaved a sigh. "It took me the whole day. I've even spent seven thousand dollars to please his grandmother to get her to trust me."
"Aren't you stupid?" Xenon mocked.
"I am." Miya muttered, then timidly, she added, "Is it possible that I can have the money reimbursed?"
"Impossible."
"But I did it only because I wanted to help you."
"To help me? Whose fault is it that you had your design stolen, huh?"
Miya was speechless. She was now worried ab
