"Hello, Sister Charlotte." As soon as Charlotte Thompson approached, the gossipy crowd hastily sealed their lips and awkwardly greeted her.
Charlotte glanced around, uncertain of what to say, when a girl eagerly grabbed her and asked, "Sister Charlotte, do you know Ryan, the young master of Richard Corporation?"
Charlotte remained silent, her face grim.
Coco swiftly intervened, "Why are you guys so nosy?"
"What’s the big deal? Ryan is Emily Allen’s ex-boyfriend. Speaking of, Sister Charlotte, do you know Emily?"
"I don’t." Charlotte denied.
Just then, the director started filming. Spotting the moment, Charlotte signaled the group: "Let’s get to work."
After the shoot, Coco walked over with her phone, saying someone had sent Charlotte an email. Fresh chapters posted on novel·fire·net
Charlotte was taken aback, wondering who would still send emails in this era? With a sense of unease, she opened the email and was greeted by photos of herself.
Coco stared in surprise, snatching the phone: "Who’s this? How did they manage to sneak photos?"
The email contained all the photos of Charlotte and Ryan Richard from their escapade that day, from the coffee shop to the film set.
After flipping through them, Coco couldn’t help but exclaim, "These people are really something. They didn’t miss a single shot, they’re like detectives!"
Trying to hold back laughter, Charlotte asked Coco to look for a bank account number.
Sure enough, upon scrolling to the bottom, Coco gave a surprised gasp: "Hey, there really is one! How did you guess?"
Charlotte only smiled. The only possible reason for someone to capture these photos and email them instead of posting them on social media would be to extort money.
"A million? Are they insane?" Coco added promptly: "They actually ask for a million, threatening to expose these photos otherwise."
Charlotte nodded, showing that she understood. Coco started to conjecture, "Could it be that Ryan Richard was behind this? Was it all part of his scheme?"
Charlotte had considered that possibility, but she then dismissed it.
She had just experienced repugnance from Ryan’s actions and was in no mood to entertain such games.
"Coco, get Jack Bryant and Liam Bryant here."
Soon enough, the two bodyguards brought the "perpetrator" to her. He was an entertainment reporter who made money by invading people’s privacy.
Charlotte had no patience to play games with him, so she went straight to the point: "Where are the photos?"
At first, he denied any knowledge, feigning ignorance: "What photos? I don’t know."
Charlotte gestured, and the two bodyguards landed a few punches on him. That’s when he admitted, "It’s me, I took the photos and sent them to you."
Charlotte circled around him before threatening, "Delete them all, or else you won’t be able to stay in Druarus."
The entertainment reporter wasn’t scared, instead retorting venomously, "Don’t threaten me. If I release these photos, you won’t get off easily either, right?"
Charlotte sighed in exasperation, some people just don’t respond to kindness. They only back off when threatened with firm action.
At her command, Jack walked forward and fiercely kicked him a couple of times, causing him to scream in pain.
Before he was dragged away, Charlotte once again halted him, "Wait, I’ll give you another chance. Are you deleting the photos or not?"
The man was a tough nut to crack. Trembling, he defiantly raised his head, "What can you do to me?"
"Ah!" Jack landed another punch.
Charlotte sighed helplessly. She had given him plenty of chances, but some people just wouldn’t learn until they faced severe consequences.
"Take him to the police. Say he’s invaded someone’s privacy."