The Devil's Good Girl-Chapter 262: Do you need help?

"And don’t you ever mention that name again. As long as we three keep a tight lip, no one will ever find out. If you do, the three of us will end up in jail. We’ve always been in the same boat ever since that day. So, don’t you ever accuse me again of such nonsense because if I wanted to talk, I would’ve done it long ago."

Having said that, Shanaiah stormed off.

Marcus and Vincent stayed in their seats with a grim expression. Both men were deep in thought and they didn’t notice the time passing.

"I still don’t forgive you." After what felt like forever, Vincent spoke. "I don’t care if you fuck all the women in the world, just not mine."

Marcus snorted as he looked up at him. "Vincent, I pursued Fil after you broke up."

"And that only means you’ve been eyeing her while we’re together!" Vincent argued, hissing. "You, of all people, knew how much she means to me."

"If she means that much to you, you shouldn’t have fucked her friend." Marcus felt this indescribable anger rising in his chest. "If you didn’t mess things up, you’d still be together. And I’m sure I wouldn’t even bat her an eye, but you screwed up."

It wouldn’t be a stretch to say it was all Vincent’s fault. If not for his affair, he wouldn’t be so paranoid and screw things up. Marcus wouldn’t have to try to console Fil and fall for her beauty.

It wasn’t like Marcus didn’t fight his feelings. However, knowing what Vincent was doing behind Fil gave him more reason to pursue her. Fil deserved better, and Marcus could treat her right. After all, he loved her. Even now, he wanted to pursue her, if not for the fact Michael was keeping him busy.

Marcus and Vincent glared at each other. They felt like throwing their fist again, thinking the other one was too stubborn. However, with the matters at hand, they restrained their primal instincts.

"Whatever." Vincent waved indifferently. "Right now, we need to call it a truce."

Marcus nodded. "I agree."

"Do you still think it’s Shanaiah?" Vincent asked.

Marcus pondered before he shook his head. "I don’t think it’s her. She’s right. The three of us had been on the same boat ever since that day. If she speaks, that’s like shooting her own foot. A woman like her would never survive prison."

"That’s right." Vincent nodded in agreement. "Then who is this person?"

Vincent flipped his phone and read the comment again. He slowly arched a brow, rereading the ambiguous comment for the fifth time.

"She’s probably right," he muttered, snapping his eyes up to Marcus. "Whoever posted this didn’t have evidence. Read it again."

Marcus pulled out his phone and read the comment for the umpteenth time. He had been reading it since the news reached his ears. However, now that he was reading it again, he finally noticed something.

The comment only contained vague details: the year, the month, and even the job offer. But the account didn’t know the ones they knew.

"Hah." Marcus sneered. "So, this person is trying to lure us, huh?"

"Even if this person knows the three of us, there’s nothing that will tie her up with us." Vincent felt a little at ease at the thought.

But then suddenly, the same account made another comment. It quickly updated on the article as they were on the follow.

Both men intuitively gazed down and their expressions quickly changed.

[Alicia001: Why are you doing this to me? — that’s what the poor girl asked them.]

Reading that short sentence, their jaw tightened. It was as if they could hear Alicia’s weak voice as if she was just right in front of their ears. This inevitably made them recall every little detail about the incident. Everything they did and everything she said.

"Say, Marcus..." Vincent slowly gazed up at Marcus. "Didn’t that girl mentioned about having a brother?"

Marcus furrowed his brows. "I can’t recall."

"I think she said that, but at that time, I thought she was just bluffing. She’s an orphan, after all." Vincent’s expression stiffened at the thought.

Back then, Alicia threatened them that she would call her brother. However, Shanaiah slapped her and beat her up.

"Could it be...?"

Marcus shook his head. "Let’s not get ahead of ourselves first. This new comment is far too vague. Anyone would say those words in such a situation."

"Even so, we have to keep this under wraps. This article is already big enough to reach you," Vincent stressed. "If this isn’t handled, it might go out of control. Your company and ours cannot afford more backlash."

Marcus didn’t answer, but he knew Vincent was right. They couldn’t just sit and let their names get dragged through the mud. However, they couldn’t simply go public and make a statement. It would make them look guilty.

"I’ll investigate the matter," Marcus proposed. "You should too."

The men agreed and didn’t idle for long. However, just as Marcus got up, Vincent suddenly spoke.

"Marcus."

Marcus slowly gazed down at him and arched a brow. Vincent’s expression was dark and serious.

"If... this thing goes out of hand..." Vincent trailed off because Marcus already nodded.

"I know," said Marcus. "It’s all Shanaiah’s fault, anyway. We’re only in this mess because of her. So, as long as you cover for me, I will cover for you."

With that being said, Marcus strode off.

However, that wasn’t enough for Vincent. Knowing Marcus would cover for him wasn’t enough.

A glint flickered across Vincent’s eyes as an idea crossed his mind.

****

When Shanaiah walked out on Vincent and Marcus, she headed straight to another nightclub. The moment she stepped in, she immediately down a few shots. However, even after partying and drinking so much, she felt like it wasn’t enough.

She drank more. She focused on drinking as if that would be her only escape. And surely, Shanaiah soon found herself swaying at the bar counter like a wasted person. However, because she had a high alcohol tolerance, she was still able to understand her surroundings.

"Damn it..." she hissed, pushing herself away from the bar counter. "The drinks here are too light."

Shanaiah swayed her way out. Her gait was akin to a zombie. As she struggled to keep a straight gait, a person suddenly bumped her shoulder from behind.

"Ah!" she quickly lost balance.

Thankfully, a hand caught her and saved her from a terrible fall. She looked up and squinted her eyes, only to see a pair of topaz eyes mirroring her. The man offered a gentle smile and said,

"Do you need help?"