Chapter 92 Nightmare

• Scott was as cold as ice when Alejandra took his hand, his gaze lost on the white sheet that covered him. He knew perfectly well what it was like to be betrayed by someone he trusted, but in Scott's case, it was even worse because Alejandra knew that Daniel had been his best friend since they were children.
• "No, I understand, Scott. Are you sure?" she murmured, and he shook his head.
• "I don't know, Ale, I don't want to believe it but... But if I start connecting the damn dots, everything adds up!" Scott growled in despair. "After we met Alberto at that party, I asked him to investigate you. I needed to know what had happened, and he... he hired a private detective who came to me with all the information. He was the one who brought me the audio, he was the one who visited Phelps in jail and heard his supposed confession that you were behind the whole theft in the company..."