Ivy Holden stared in shock at the explicit photos, finding them genuinely hard to stomach.
"With this in our hands, we can go straight to Clementine Chambers," June Grant said with a cold smile.
"How do we approach her? And who's going to do the talking?" Ian Rowan asked, looking from one person to the next.
"I'll go," June Grant said.
"Let me go," Nathan Rowan said. "You're her classmate. It'll be awkward for you to say the harsh things that need to be said."
"No, I'm going myself," Ivy Holden said with a cold laugh. "This whole mess started because I wasn't careful enough. It's up to me to finish it."
"Ivy, there's no need to dirty your hands over someone like her," June Grant urged.
"I'll go." A light chuckle came from the doorway. "I'm the most suitable person for the job."
Everyone turned toward the sound. June Grant was the first to stand up. "Bill Holden? You're back?"
