My Wife is an Aloof Beauty

"Rain, even if you've got that recording, so what? You can't prove anything with this. On the contrary, we can sue your ass for slander. According to this reccording, you synthesized my mum's voice to incriminate her," Cyrus interjected slowly. As he just thought of the idea, he felt a slight elation knowing he could contribute to his mother's defense. Nowadays, the technology had become so advanced to the point that it was actually pretty easy to find experts that could synthesize perfect emulations of other people's real voices. If it was absolutely necessary, as long as you could pay the hefty fee the experts charged, the job could be done in a relatively short time and you could decide whoever's voice you'd like to emulate. Thus, in this society, holding merely a recording in one's hand actually meant nothing in court. Cyrus was not frightened in the least by Rain's recording.

"Oh! Really? What if I tell you that I have in my possession a videotape that goes with this? Do you still think that would be slander?" Rain asked back, feeling quite relaxed. A cold smile plastered on his face. He was in no rush and had nothing to worry about. If he didn't have a smoking gun, and wasn't one hundred percent sure with what he had, he would never have stepped in this evil place. He was more than prepared to face these demons.

"Don't even try to threaten us. We didn't do this, so no matter how much evidence you think you've got, think again. This is just a minor nuisance to us," Vance spat back confidently. He didn't believe that his mother had been so careless that she hadn't even noticed she was being recorded both in audio and video. But on the slim chance that the recording was real, then the situation was really serious now.

"Whether it's useless and nonsense or not, let's try and see. But before we get to that point, I feel like we should make a deal first. Once I send

alled a criminal by everyone she knew. Deep in her heart, she had already decided. It was no question what to do.

"Fine, but please be quick. I don't have a lot of time to waste on you guys. I'm a very busy man," Rain said with a smug look on his face. He knew that he was so close to succeeding. He wasn't worried that they wouldn't agree to his terms. Actually, he was pretty sure about the outcome of this visit even at the beginning. It would have been so disgustingly easy to convict them based on the evidence he had in his hands. Prison was the last thing on their mind.

The rest of them began to murmur in discussion. Their small voices resounded through the room. None of them was willing to give up a large amount of money so easily, while they didn't want to take the risk of being sent to jail either. But they had to choose between money and freedom now since they just couldn't get both, or Rain would not allow them to get both at the same time. Was the money more important, important enough for them to take the risk of being thrown in jail? Or was freedom more important? But if they could take the risk, could they get both? Was Rain just bluffing this whole time? Or did they really have to compromise? Each one of them had conflicting ideas.