"I knew it would be like this." Ivy Wood spat out bitterly, "I did everything for her, yet she framed me!"
She looked at Malcom Moore, desperately trying to explain, "Malcom..."
Malcom Moore's eyes were icy cold.
Ivy Wood hurriedly corrected herself, "Malcom, don't believe Grace! She hates me! Yes, she hates me because I broke you two up six years ago... She wants, wants Luna and me dead, so she can get back with you and have you all to herself forever. It's a two-for-one shot, Malcom!"
Malcom Moore sneered coldly, not replying to her words, instead asking, "Speak, where's the video?"
Ivy Wood played dumb, "What video?"
"It doesn't matter if you don't hand it over." Malcom Moore looked at Ivy Wood, speaking slowly and deliberately, "Because you'll never have the chance to publicize that video!"
Ivy Wood, "What do you mean?"
Just then, the police appeared.
