Public Humiliation

Carla was clearly furious. "How am I supposed to know if you're trying to trick me into meeting you? I'm not falling for it."

I sneered. "You don't have to come, but if you don't, I can't guarantee where those photos might end up."

Carla was speechless. In the end, she agreed to meet, but insisted on picking a busy outdoor café in a commercial district.

I couldn't help but smile coldly. I thought,