The moment Ste saw the message, she knew it had Urs''s fingerprints all over it.


    What puzzled Ste was where Urs was getting the energy to unt things in her face, especially now that she was practically on her deathbed.


    But then again, Ste thought it was a blessing in disguise that Urs was battling not one but three life-threatening conditions. Otherwise, she would have had to step in and handle things herself.


    Little did Ste know, Urs can only findfort now by harassing her. Waking up to a pillow covered in clumps of hair had brought Urs to the brink of despair.


    Ste replied, feeling speechless, "Nothing''s set in stone, right?"


    Was Yorick still leading Urs on?


    Urs shot back, "Whether it''s certain or not, Rick''s got nothing to do with you anymore."


    Oh, the nerve.


    Ste typed, "Wouldn''t you be scared if I showed this message to Yorick?"


    Urs replied, "Go ahead!"


    After all, it wasn''t her number. It would then be a matter of who Yorick believed more - her or Ste.


    Ste then texted, "How about a bet of a hundred thousand bucks that you won''t move into Wave Residence?"


    If Urs loved to show off so much, Ste was ready to y along.


    What was the fun in bragging if there was no stake involved?


    Urs''s breath hitched upon reading Ste''s message, a glint of malice in her eyes.


    "A hundred thousand, you dare to say it out loud?"


    Ste responded, "Can''t handle the bet?"


    Since when did pride matter over cold, hard cash?


    Urs, gazing at Ste''s arrogant reply, clenched her teeth and typed, "Fine, you''re on!"


    It was just a hundred thousand dors. She believed Rick wouldn''t let her down. If Ste lost, that would be a hundred thousand in her pocket.


    That despicable man had been threatening her, and considering her recent hospital stays, the Larkins also believe they won''t spend much money on her side. So she was running low on funds to deal with him. Winning a hundred thousand from Ste would be perfect.


    Recalling how Ste''s studio made over seven hundred thousandst year, Urs figured demanding a hundred thousand wasn''t too much to ask.


    With that in mind, Urs texted Ste, "Remember, you agreed to this bet. A hundred thousand dors was your idea."


    Ste answered, "Sure, you''re on. Just don''t end up ying innocent."


    The mention of "ying innocent" hit a nerve with Urs.


    Ste went on, "Don''t say I bully you or whatnot, iming you don''t have a hundred thousand. If you dare utter those disgusting lines, watch your mouth or I''ll shut it for you."


    Urs was so infuriated by Ste''s message that she nearly fainted. Fuming, she deleted the messages and handed the phone back to the nurse.


    Ste, receiving no reply from Urs, knew she had effectively shut her up. She always preferred to put the ugly truth out there first. Seeing Urs with that smug, fake innocent look always made Ste want to tear her apart.


    ...


    When Ste finally arrived at the studio, an hour had passed.


    Upon seeing her, Jeremy stood up, "Star, you''re finally here. Been waiting for a while now."


    His tone carried a hint of a familiarity that bordered on presumptuous. To the unbeknownst, there was seemingly some deep bond between him and Ste.


    Especially when Jeremy tried to cozy up to her, Ste instinctively dodged.


    Seemed like he hadn''t learned his lesson from Ronald yet.


    Ste cut to the chase, "Mr. Patel, let''s keep this professional, shall we?"


    No need for that closefort, it was unsettling!