But the man in front of her wasn't that person anymore. He was different now, sharper, more cunning.
Her mind raced to recalibrate her strategy, and in the end, she chose to fall back on the most reliable tactic she had: playing the damsel in distress.
With a pitiful expression, she softened her gaze, her lips trembling as she whispered, "Alex, I really need this. It's the only way I can bring Logan and others to justice. Please, I'm begging you, help me."
Any other man might have found it impossible to resist her at this moment, the way her wide, tear-filled eyes shone under the dim hospital lights, the way her voice trembled just enough to stir up protective instincts.
But Alex wasn't just any man.
He scoffed, his expression unreadable as he studied her. "Do you really think that just having these documents will be enough to take down Logan?" His voice was calm, almost amused, as if he was watching a child foolishly believe they had everything figured out.
