The Platonic Trap novel Chapter 141

Ken's expression was fraught with an uncharacteristic, urgent panic. Even during corporate emergencies, he had never lost his composure like this.

With a slight frown, Alistair closed his laptop and looked up at him. "What's wrong?"

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Third floor, bedroom.

Celia Stafford lay in bed, letting Larry Lambert barrage her with furious, harassing texts.

It wasn't until he went quiet for a moment that he sent another message.

Larry: [Heh, Celia, drop the act. I've already told Ken about the photos.]

Seeing this sentence, Celia knew her plan had worked.

A faint smile touched her lips as she finally mustered the energy to deal with him.

Celia: [What did you say?]

Seeing her reply, Larry thought he had hit her weak spot and grew even more arrogant.

Larry: [Keep pretending, Celia!]

Larry: [Let me tell you, Ken won't be able to keep his assistant job! And you won't keep your internship, either!]

Larry: [Tomorrow, I'm taking this directly to Mr. Zucker. I'm going to make sure both of you are fired from Zucker Corp!]

Larry: [Hahaha, you should have seen Ken's face when I told him about the photos!]

Larry: [He called me immediately. He was completely panicked, like he was losing his mind!]

Larry: [Just you wait, Celia. Neither you nor Ken will get out of this!]

Reading Larry's descriptions, Celia felt an immense, refreshing sense of satisfaction.

If her calculations were correct, Larry's "glorious achievements" had already reached Alistair's ears by now.

Meanwhile, Larry was still cluelessly provoking her.

Larry: [Celia, I'll give you a chance to give in. How about we get on a video call and chat?]

Larry: [You know I still have feelings for you. I don't want to be entirely ruthless.]

Larry: [Come on, baby, get on a video call with me, yeah? Let me see if those pretty eyes are crying.]

Celia nearly threw up her lunch.

Then, she heard the sound of footsteps coming from downstairs.

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