Chapter 869

Shay opened up her chat with Finley and hit play on the video he'd sent over. Just one look, and she felt like she'd just experienced the ultimate social fail!

It was a surveillance video from a camera outside Oliver's place, showing Shay asking Oliver why he didn't like her. Her mind was in chaos. She couldn't wrap her head around the fact that Oliver had actually sent this video to Finley—it was a real punch to the gut.

Finley's voice cut through the tension, \"I had no idea you were into Oliver. All this time, you've been acting like you're into me, flirting and pretending. Was it all just a show?\"

He sounded furious, \"So, what was it? You've been stringing me along? Acting like you liked me just to mess with me? Nichola, you make me sick!\"

He didn't call her Shay-he used her other name, Nichola. Shay realized the truth: Finley was done with her, and she was dead to him.

\"Finley, please let me explain. When I said I liked him, I didn't mean it romantically. It was more like how a brother cares for his sister. You can't let a surveillance video mess up what we have.\"

\"Don't call me again. Reaching out to you just makes me feel like an idiot! And now, I'm starting to wonder if you were behind Livia losing her baby!\"

Once doubt takes root, it grows wild, fueled by suspicion.

\"Finley, it wasn't me. I had nothing to do with Livia.\"

\"Nichola, just hang up. I don't want to talk to you.\"

Finley ended the call, leaving Shay with no room to argue. She tried calling him back, but it was hopeless.

Frustrated beyond belief, she flung a pillow across the room, realizing Finley had blocked her. In a fit of rage, she grabbed a different phone to confront Oliver, demanding to know why he'd thrown her under the bus.

Oliver didn't hang up but shot back, \"Shouldn't Finley know who you really are?\"

That was his plan all along—to expose Shay's true colors to Finley. After making his point, Oliver blocked her too.

Furious, Shay hurled the phone

across the room, letting out a primal scream. The maid nearby cringed, \Ms Josefina, that was my phone...\"

The maid was fuming inside: Just because you're Ms. Josefina, you

think you can break my phone?

If

you're that mad, break your own! What is wrong with people these days!

Shay, unbothered, snapped, \"I know it's your phone. Here's a thousand bucks, go buy yourself a new one.\"

The maid's eyes lit up: Well, if Ms. Josefina wants to throw phones, let her! As long as she's paying, she can break whatever she wants.

Pocketing the cash, the maid left, not caring about Shay's mood. Her shift was over, and that was all that mattered.

...

Jane wasn't having it easy-stuck in the hospital, feeling anxious and worn down. Finally, Alfie showed up, like a ray of hope.

\"Walter, you've got to help me out here. If I'd known she was your apprentice, I would've never come to Westwood.\"

Jane was kicking herself. How could she have known Josefina was Alfie's protégé?

Alfie, settling in with a bit of pride,

here. A her

cen

said, \"Josies my top apprentice. I wanted her to take over, but she wasn't interested. She's always my first choice her skills are beyond mine. And you, why did you have to stir things up with her? It's like asking for trouble.\"

Jane was speechless.

\"Walter, I honestly didn't know. If I had, do you think I'd be in this mess?\"

Jane sighed, fully realizing what it meant to tangle with Josefina and face the fallout.