Chapter 509
Chapter 509:
Who else could command him at such an hour, if not Cristian himself? Amory’s mere presence in the photos spoke volumes, even without Cristian showing up in them.
“What’s the narrative you’re crafting here?” Fernanda asked with a hint of amusement. “Are you going to claim I’m juggling Cristian and Bobby?”
The thought lingered, as it nearly fit the reality of the situation. But no, her bond with Bobby was straightforward, while her entanglement with Cristian was far more complicated.
It wasn’t that they were hiding anything; it was just that the outside world didn’t know the full picture.
A sudden chill gripped the paparazzo, and the words caught in his throat. Without hesitation, he stammered, “No, no, Miss Morgan, you’re mistaken. I never intended to write that. My focus was on highlighting your strong bond with Mr. Harper and how the Reed family holds you in high regard!”
He was convinced his explanation was airtight, perfectly reasonable.
However, Fernanda wasn’t buying it for a second. “Please, you’d never write something so dull. No drama, no headlines — what’s the point?” She smirked. “You think I’m naive enough to fall for your excuse?”
His face flushed, but not from her words. The real reason was the suffocating pressure on his chest, making it hard to breathe under her firm grip.
Realizing he might pass out, Fernanda eased her hold on him, releasing him from the unbearable pressure.
“But don’t even think about escaping,” she warned, her eyes icy as daggers. “You can’t outrun me.”
The paparazzo rubbed his arms, too terrified to utter a single word. Leaning casually against the railing, Fernanda let the night wind tug at the edges of her coat. Her long hair veiled her eyes, adding to the chilling, mischievous aura she projected.
“Are you working for someone else?” she asked again, her voice low but sharp.
The paparazzo wasted no time shaking his head. “No, really, I swear! I just needed some extra cash, so I snapped these photos. I had every intention of selling them for a good price! I’m not writing any articles; I’m just in the photo business!”
His story sounded believable enough. However, Fernanda was well aware of the shady dealings in the entertainment industry. Paparazzi would snap intimate shots of celebrities, then hold them ransom, demanding money in exchange for keeping the images hidden. Celebrities, especially those with skeletons in their closets or needing to avoid public scandal, often gave in to these demands.
Outrageous paparazzi requests were common, and with the money to spare, many stars paid the price, feeding into this highly profitable racket.
As a result, the paparazzi had little incentive to maintain ethical standards.
Fernanda and Cristian weren’t the kind of celebrities who attracted paparazzi, so why would anyone bother taking their photos?
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