"Joanna Ramsey, think carefully before answering, was it really not you who had an encounter with me that day?"
Victor Bennett's voice was heavy with emphasis, yet utterly helpless.
He resembled a gambler, clinging desperately to that sliver of possibility, unwilling to let go.
"Victor Bennett, are you insane? I'm about to get engaged, how could I have been involved with you? Ha, I never realized your private life was so chaotic, can't even remember who you've slept with?"
Joanna Ramsey's voice was razor-sharp, like a blade directed straight at him.
"No, listen to me, I, I was drugged that day, I didn't mess around with any other woman."
"That's your business, Victor Bennett. I've told you, don't call me again."
Joanna Ramsey said coldly, then promptly hung up the phone.
Victor Bennett stood holding the phone, unable to react for a long time.
Indeed, that was a villa area, how could Joanna Ramsey have possibly appeared there...
