THE DISABLED HEIRESS, MY EX-HUSBAND WOULD PAY DEARLY.
Chapter 39

Chapter 39: Chapter 39

Cora took in every word, her mind working fast. It sounded too good to be true. And then came the doubt.

Cora exhaled sharply and narrowed her eyes.

"But..."

She leaned back, voice turning cautious. "That con artist past? That’s what worries me. You know how these people work. Once a con, always a con. They live to manipulate. They feed off secrets, weaknesses, and control. You can’t put your trust in someone who once made a life out of lying."

Immediately Malisa gave a slow nod. "That’s exactly what I was thinking."

Malisa didn’t hesitate.

"We’re talking about giving him the power to erase something that could destroy both of us. But if he takes it and flips the game, blackmails us, sells the video back to James, or even worse, uses it as leverage against you? We’ll be playing a game we can’t win."

She shook her head slightly. "Con artists don’t change, Cora. They just get smarter at hiding the game. They don’t take jobs to help people. They take them to help themselves."

At that moment Cora exhaled slowly, leaning back into her chair as her eyes narrowed with thought. "Con artists," she muttered under her breath, "they always find new ways to get money off people. That’s how they survive. That’s their instinct. And that’s exactly why I don’t want to have anything to do with them."

She looked at Malisa firmly. "You’re asking me to trust someone who built his life on lies."

But Malisa, unfazed, leaned forward with a soft but confident expression. "Cora," she said calmly, "I understand how you feel. And I won’t lie—your concern is valid. It’s smart. But Lovi isn’t just some street-level hustler anymore. He’s changed. He’s earned his respect, and more importantly, he’s earned mine."

However Cora remained quiet, but she was listening.

Malisa continued. "I wouldn’t bring him up if I didn’t believe in him. I’ve used him once before something sensitive, years ago and he delivered. Perfectly. No questions, no delays, and definitely no blackmail. And trust me, that situation was way more dangerous than this."

She placed a hand over her chest. "I can vouch for him. With everything I have. He’ll do the job, and you won’t have to worry about anything. He doesn’t just finish a task he erases the mess completely. That’s how good he is. He’s not just smart, Cora he’s strategic."

At that moment Cora stared at her, quiet, but deep in thought. Malisa had never once misled her. Not in all the years they’d worked together and been friends. Not even in the worst situations. If Malisa could confidently vouch for this Lovi, then that had to mean something.

Finally, Cora gave a small nod. "Alright... okay, fine. If you trust him that much, then I’ll give it a chance." She shifted forward again, her eyes now locked on Malisa’s. "So how are we going to do this? Do we meet him? Does he come to us? What’s the plan?"

Malisa smiled, a little relieved that Cora was willing to move forward.

"Well," she began, "Lovi doesn’t deal with third parties. He’s private. Very private. But... because I’m the one referring you, he’ll make an exception. He’ll meet with both of us. That’s rare, Cora. He usually speaks to one person, sends a message, handles it, and disappears. But this time, we’ll go together."

Cora raised an eyebrow. "Together?"

"Yes," Malisa nodded. "It’s better that way. That way we can both sit down with him, talk through the details, and lay everything on the table. If there’s anything bothering you or me we deal with it in that moment, no confusion, no missteps. We’ll make sure everything is crystal clear."

She paused, her voice now more urgent.

"This is a major issue, Cora. And if we’re going to protect you, MK Entertainment, and everything you built we have to move fast. The longer we wait, the more time James has to strike. And we can’t afford to give him even a second more."

Cora took a deep breath and gave one final nod. "Then let’s do it. Let’s meet him, when is the meeting, Malisa? When exactly are we doing this?"

Without missing a beat, Malisa replied, "If it’s possible, we can do it today."

Cora raised a brow in surprise. "Today?"

"Yes," Malisa said, nodding firmly. "Before I came to see you, I already made some inquiries. You know how well-connected Lovi is his schedule is usually impossible to touch. But I called ahead, explained the urgency, and... well, because it’s me, he agreed."

Cora tilted her head, a little impressed. "He gave you time?"

Malisa gave a small smile. "He said he would make room, just because it’s me. That’s not something he does for anyone. So yes, if we want this handled without delay, he’s ready to meet today."

Cora leaned back slightly in her chair, letting her mind process the weight of everything. She hated being rushed, but she hated lingering danger even more. And the thought of James still having that video, the possibility of Samuel’s scandal catching fire it all made her chest tighten.

After a long pause, Cora finally nodded.

"Alright," she said. "You’re right. There’s no time to waste."

At that moment she stood from her chair, adjusting her jacket with a newfound sense of urgency. "Let’s get going, then. I want this over with. Tonight."

Malisa’s eyes lit with satisfaction. "Perfect. I’ll drive."

Without wasting any more time, the two women left MK Entertainment building, slipping out the side exit in silence. There was no need for conversation now both of them knew exactly what was at stake.

The drive was smooth, though the atmosphere in the car was heavy with thought. Cora sat with her arms folded, eyes scanning the streets as the city passed by. Malisa drove with focus, glancing occasionally at the rearview mirror.

Not long after, they arrived at the location.

It was a private restaurant, tucked into a quiet corner of the city—discreet but elegant. The kind of place reserved for quiet power, where billion-dollar deals were made behind velvet curtains. The establishment was owned by a very well-known family in society