Chapter 162 Pitiful

The more Sabrina acted this way, the more curious Milo became. Her objective was successfully achieved. "Miss Navarro, please speak plainly," Milo stared at Sabrina intently. Sabrina, feigning reluctance, retrieved her phone from her bag. "Milo, originally I had no conflict with Georgia, and I had no intention of exposing this. However, I couldn't stand by and watch anymore. Do you remain unaware of the things Georgia has been doing behind your back?" "What do you mean?" Milo's face darkened as he glared at Sabrina, a hint of wariness in his eyes. Sabrina smirked. Today, she was determined to show Milo the true extent of the predicament he found himself in. "Milo, Georgia has put you in many compromising situations." Sabrina stepped back cautiously, fearing Milo might not handle his anger well and inadvertently harm the innocent. "You toil away for her, yet she sees you merely as a lackey, a pawn." Sabrina's sharp words resonated, leaving Milo's head buzzing. "Impossible!"