Chapter 62
Karl totally silent, trying to hide his shock while trying to figure out what Layla might be thinking. He knew for sure it wasn’t the right time to spill everything, but at the same time, he couldn’t ignore Layla’s sharp gaze.
With bated breath, Karl finally shifted his gaze to the woman. "That... isn’t what you think," he said briefly.
Layla narrowed her eyes, clearly not easily convinced. But, after a moment, she nodded slowly. "Listen, I don’t know who you really are, and honestly, I don’t really care."
Karl eyed her suspiciously. "You won’t report me, will you?"
"I have no reason to report you, I don’t care about anything anymore," Layla sighed.
Karl looked at Layla strangely, this time he wasn’t horny, just curious why a young woman like Layla seemed so hopeless, with no desire and no hope, when out there, many were willing to sell their asshole to old men just to vacation in fancy places.
The atmosphere was tense, but when a pretty influencer appeared on the news, Layla suddenly looked like someone who’s pissed, "Tsk... scammer!" Layla clenched her fists.
"Wh... what’s wrong with you?" Karl frowned.
"That woman!" Layla pointed at the screen, "That woman ruined my life, made me not accepted by my family, lost my friends, she defamed me for fame!" Layla explained.
Karl fell silent, swallowing the shock he couldn’t completely hide. Now, the story Layla told began to unfold more clearly, like puzzle pieces fitting together one by one. He realized how dark the accusations directed at him were, and no wonder Layla was so desperate and angry.
"She... defamed you?" Karl asked softly, almost unbelieving.