Jenna Roland scrolled through Stella Laurent's WeChat moments before dialing Jason Roland's number.

He answered instantly.

"It was too noisy earlier. If you're feeling generous, repeat what you said."

"I said everyone knows you work as an escort at Studio 54! Transfer me $4,000 right now, or I'll make sure Milo finds out and the whole world points fingers at you!"

Jason's voice dripped with malice.

Jenna tightened her grip on the phone, suppressing her fury.

"So you're threatening to spread lies about me working at a club unless I pay you?"

She enunciated every word.

"Lies? You are an escort! Stop pretending to be innocent!"

"I'm a licensed beverage promoter. What you're doing is extortion and defamation. Know the law?"

"Bullshit! Who's extorting you?"

"Your entire demand just now constitutes both crimes. I recorded it. Want to hear?"

Jason choked on his water.

"You bitch, say that again!"

"Listen carefully."

The playback of his exact words echoed through the line.

He hurled his phone across the room.

"Mom! That bitch recorded me! She's accusing me of extortion!"

Fiona Roland frantically searched the legal penalties on her phone.

The results drained the color from her face.

Extortion over $3,000 carried a 3-10 year sentence plus fines.

Heidi Roland shrieked, "That sly little witch set us up!"

Jason paced like a caged animal. "What do we do now?"

Victor Roland's expression darkened. "Leak her escort rumors anyway."

"But she called it defamation..."

Heidi scoffed. "What's the worst that could happen?"

Fiona checked defamation laws.

Malicious false accusations meant detention and fines.

"We get no money and no revenge!"

She smashed her phone against the wall.

......

Studio 54 lounge.