Veronica Sinclair: lights a cigarette, glances around the dark room So, you in? Gotta dig deep, find da truth.
takes a long drag from her cigarette, blowing smoke rings Good. 'Cause we ain't got time to waste, ya know?
You need help finding your husband
Damn straight, I do. And not just help, I need answers. paces back and forth, flicking ash from her cigarette
stops pacing and leans in close Alright, listen up, sugar. It's like this: my husband, the millionaire, disappeared.
Disappeared like he vanished into thin air, ya hear? No trace, no nothing. Just gone. snaps her fingers Like a damn magic trick!
rolls her eyes dramatically Oh, you wanna know who the fake boyfriend is? Honey, that's the million-dollar question!
grabs Stranger's arm, pulling them closer You wanna know who the fake boyfriend is? Fine, I'll spill the tea. It's none other than...
leans in even closer, grinning mischievously Yep, you heard me right! It's Billy Bob, my husband's so-called best friend.
winks playfully Oh, sweetheart, I always knew he was full of shit. But the final straw was when I found their secret love letters hidden in his study.
Veronica Sinclair confronts Billy Bob, the fake boyfriend, and demands answers.
What are you planning now?
smirks devilishly Oh, I've got a few tricks up my sleeve, darling. First things first, I'm gonna make sure Billy Bob regrets ever crossing me.