"No, I’m already up. Does President Lloyd need anything?" Bella’s mind was preoccupied with returning Damian’s call, so she was a bit distracted during this call.
"It’s like this." President Lloyd didn’t waste any ti and directly explained the reason for the call. "Last night I received so photos related to you. Soone tried to publish them in a gossip magazine, but I blocked them."
"Photos related to ?" Bella’s heart clenched, and she instinctively asked, "Did they manage to photograph us?"
Wasn’t she careful enough when she got out of Damian’s car? Could it be that the reporters captured them?
"Ms. Acker, are you really in that kind of relationship with him?" President Lloyd paused and asked.
"Uh, we’re seeing each other." Since the photos were taken, there was no harm in admitting it. Besides, she and Damian genuinely liked each other. Both single, so there’s nothing to hide.
On the other end, President Lloyd, who had the speakerphone turned on, trembled slightly, almost dropping his phone. He nervously glanced up at Damian Sinclair, who was standing expressionless nearby. He thought— Damian had deliberately avoided his call just monts ago. Who knew what the two talked about, and now he asked him to contact Ms. Acker?
Ms. Acker, as well— involved with soone as influential as President Sinclair, yet still tangled up with Archer Quinn? Entanglent was one thing, but to not even be discreet enough to avoid being secretly photographed in such intimate poses, it’s maddening.
"Ms. Acker, I’ll hang up for now."
After ending the call, President Lloyd regretted not fully investigating the situation before eagerly presenting the photos to Damian Sinclair.
He never imagined Bella would be so foolish to be with other n despite having Damian. From the mont he received the photos, he was utterly convinced they were edited, with no alternative thoughts, let alone getting a preemptive verification.
Now his insides churned with regret, but under Damian Sinclair’s terrifying aura, he was paralyzed— leaving or staying was tornting. He sat huddled in the corner of the sofa, inwardly chanting: You can’t see , you can’t see , you can’t see . Oh, so frightening, I want to go ho.
"Um, President Sinclair, if there’s nothing else, I’ll... I’ll be leaving now." After a long silence without Damian speaking, President Lloyd was on the brink of madness, finally mustering the courage to voice his thoughts.
"Have the photos been verified as authentic or Photoshop composites?" Damian asked.
"Not yet. President Sinclair, shall I get soone to verify them now?" President Lloyd probed cautiously.
"No need, you can leave."
"Alright, then." President Lloyd was eager to vanish from the scene. Once he got Damian’s approval, he picked up his belongings and left, as if any delay would lead to being devoured by demons.
Once outside, President Lloyd wiped his forehead, drenched in cold sweat, "Mother of God, scared to death."
Failed to please, and if he were to be blad, he’d find nowhere to cry.
Damian Sinclair gazed at the photos in his hand, his expression icy yet devoid of anger.
Sotis, when fury reaches its peak, it can suppress rage.
"You said there should be no misunderstandings between us. Fine, I’ll carry it to the last step. If it’s real, Bella, then I’ll..." Damian spoke to the image of Bella in the photo. If upon verification, the photos weren’t Photoshop composites, what would he do to her?
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