Blanca Roach instantly pulled the alarm.
Rutledge was a friend or foe, she could not yet tell, but by her intuition, this man was not simple.
“No need, the car I called will be here soon. By the way, I haven’t thanked Boss Rutledge for his hospitality last night.”
She intentionally sarcastic him, if Rutledge did not threaten with photos, according to common sense, she would not have gone to that party and accounted for all the trouble for nothing.
He threatened her with a photo and did nothing, and they didn’t even meet in person.
Blanca Roach has reason to suspect that he knew everything Amelia did behind the scenes.
Rutledge was not annoyed, his gold-rimmed eyes reflected a light in the darkness, adding a touch of harshness to the flat end.
“Miss Roach, are you looking down on my broken car? Or, simply don’t like me as a person.”
Blanca Roach straightened her spine and remained calm in response.
“Boss Rutledge’s car is naturally very good, as for the person, I’m sorry, I really don’t know and it’s not convenient for me to comment. Also, next time if we have the chance to meet again, it would be better to call me Mrs. Grant.”
After saying that, Blanca Roach turned to leave, who knew that Rutledge’s car also kept following her.
“Miss Roach, let me give you a ride, after all, you know very well why you came yesterday.”
Blanca Roach stopped dead in her tracks, was this a threat?
For a moment, a million possibilities flashed through her mind.
If she got into Rutledge’s car, wouldn’t this be the equivalent of a sheep going into a tiger’s mouth and giving it away?
How could she guarantee that there wouldn’t be another one after this one?
With just a few photos, was she going to give herself to Rutledge and let him have her?
He seemed to see through Blanca Roach’s concerns.
“Don’t worry, nothing will be done to you, Miss Roach.”
Blanca Roach glanced backwards to make sure the surveillance on the road was okay, and finally decided to get in the car.
With the surveillance in place, if Rutledge did anything to her, there was absolutely no way to get away with it.
Pulling open the car door, she stressed once more.
“Boss Rutledge, it’s better to call me Mrs. Grant.”
Rutledge’s eyes looked ahead, but the corners of his mouth curved up.
“Miss Roach, you’re really funny.”
Blanca Roach didn’t know how to answer his words, and simply chose to be silent.
Even if he called her Miss Roach, it would not change the fact that she was Mrs. Grant.
Rutledge was indeed driving towards The Grant family’s villa, as if he really just happened to be passing by and saw Blanca Roach and wanted to give her a ride back.
But while waiting at a stoplight, Rutledge pulled out a cigar and lit it, tossing Blanca Roach a cell phone.
“It’s all here, no backup, delete it or keep it.”
It took Blanca Roach half a day to understand that he was talking about the photos.
The photos were in her hands, and Blanca Roach, of course, chose to delete them without hesitation.
She was now completely lost in Rutledge’s mind.
These photos, certainly not for nothing, if it was Amelia, with her greedy character, would have demanded a large fee.
In other words, Rutledge spent a lot of money to get these photos, and then gave them to her, at her disposal?
“Boss Rutledge, I’ll take these photos as a purchase, you can make an offer.”
The green light came on and Rutledge started the car, his cigar in his mouth, not reacting to the words.
Blanca Roach didn’t wait for his answer and had the good sense not to say anything.
When he dropped her off at home, Blanca Roach thanked her and got out of the car.
Rutledge took her by the hand.
“Miss Roach, you have so many lace-ups, I wonder if I have this chance to be the hero of your next news?”