Warning: This chapter contains some scene that is not recommended for minor readers. Skip this one.
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"Did you find the person who took the photos?"
"Hmm, no reason to worry about it. He easily gave up the copies of the photos after receiving some cash," he said in a bored tone.
They're in a private room in another bar in the city that caters to people to rendezvous without being seen in public.
She sighs, relieved of having those photos out of her way.
"Don't be too relieved. The photographer spits out more information after receiving additional cash," he said, twirling a glass of Black Russian in his hand.
She tilted her head to Wang Zhan with a questioning gaze.
"That girl, Rin Davis bought copies of the said photos."
She jerked upward from slouching on the leather sofa and faced Wang Zhan.
"I can't understand why that bitch is dragging me with her obsession with Bobby."
