Brenda's Absurd Request

As soon as I sit, Christopher asks, “How did you get your hands on the CCTV footage?”

Instantly, my heart leaps in my chest. I wasn’t expecting that to be his concern. Isn’t he supposed to talk about the one-night stand and our arranged marriage?

There is no way I can lay my cards out on the table when I don’t know his intentions, so I reply, “I had a little help from others?”

“Little help?” Christopher lifts a brow , hinting at his need for me to continue.

“I paid to get it for me,” I lie without batting an eye.

I know the man sitting in front of me is no fool, and that’s the reason I have to answer all his questions with all confidence, hoping that he would accept them. Unfortunately for me, he looks like he doesn’t buy them.

Christopher pauses for a moment and leans away from his food, his gaze still on me. “Emily, I will be contented if you directly tell you don’t want to answer my questions. Don’t make me a fill by telling me lies.”

As I wonder how he found that out so ea