Page 478 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 11
“What is happening?” I asked as tears streamed down my cheeks.
They both just kept laughing.
“You should see your face,” Uncle Rob said.
Sophie kept laughing. “I’m so sorry, we didn’t mean to make you cry.”
Huh?“I...we...what’s going on? Is my dad not hurting Mr. Halifax?”
“I have no idea who Mr. Halifax is,” Uncle Rob said and slid my phone across the counter to me. He kept laughing.
“The teacher I have a crush on,” Sophie said.
He shrugged. “Naturally.”
“I’m so confused,” I said. “Did my dadnothack my phone?”
“Nah, he was trying to. But I stopped him. You’re welcome by the way.”
I just gaped at him.
“And I texted Sophie so she knew I was about to play an epic prank on you. Good job, by the way,” he said to her.
Sophie looked very pleased with herself.
“This isn’t a prank!” I said. “This is my life!”
Uncle Rob laughed again. “Your face is priceless right now.” He lifted his hand for a high five and Sophie high fived him.
“Don’t high five him,” I said.
She shrugged and giggled.
“Wait. But you said you saw my pictures, Uncle Rob.”
“Everyone has pictures on their phones,” he said. “You must have some saucy ones because you were real upset.” He kept laughing.
“And my texts?” I asked.
“I guess you’ve been texting saucy things too?” he asked instead of answering. “You should probably cool down on that just in case your dad does hack your phone.” He snapped his fingers. “Were you wearing glasses when you did the facial recognition scan?”
“Yes?”
“Smart girl. Your dad didn’t have any recent pictures of you with your glasses. When I found him at the office he was doing a deep dive into your social media trying to find the perfect picture to scan. He was really spiraling.”
“So he really was trying to hack it?” I asked.
“Absolutely. And I stopped him. Oh, but just a heads up, he definitely thinks you’re sleeping with one of your teachers. He asked if I knew anything about it. I told him I didn’t. But is there something I should know?”
“No. Absolutely not.”
“Kind of hypocritical for him to be upset about that,” Sophie said.
“Right?” Uncle Rob said. “He should have seen it coming. Scarlett is a spitting image of her mother.”
“Can we please stop talking about this?” I said and grabbed my phone.
Uncle Rob chuckled. “Well, I’ll leave you girls to it.”
