Sure enough, this time Marcus didn’t avoid me. But Sarah was clearly too angry, so I locked her in the office and went out alone.

Finding a quiet corner, I didn’t bother beating around the bush with Marcus. I asked, “What do you want?”

Marcus still wore that friendly smile. Coupled with his white shirt and neat uniform, he almost looked boyish and innocent.

Unfortunately, his words were anything but pleasant.

“To be in the Guaranteed Admission Program.”

After holding back for nearly a month, Marcus had clearly been waiting for this moment.

I smiled and asked, “You do realize this is illegal, right?”

“That depends on whether you have the guts to report me.”

Marcus lifted his chin, his tone filled with natural arrogance, which made me frown.

He noticed the change in my expression and suddenly burst out laughing. “Why didn’t Ms. Mitchell come to talk to me herself? Doesn’t she want to see what she looks like in the video?”

Although I had known Marcus was two-faced, dealing with him in person and seeing his smug attitude was something else entirely.

Suppressing my irritation, I decided to get straight to the point. “If I get you into the Guaranteed Admission Program, will you hand over all the memory cards?”

Marcus hadn’t expected me to agree so quickly. He was taken aback for a moment, then nodded. “Deal.”

“Where did you put those things? And besides, how can I be sure you didn’t make any backups?”

After learning about this, I researched a lot of similar cases. Many victims only dared to report to the police after agreeing to demands and then getting blackmailed again.