Viscount Zhou understood Aurelia Shaw well, and he knew exactly what she intended when she said that.
How could he forget her true nature as a little Demon King of mischief?
He felt an inexplicable sense of joy. How long had it been since he had seen this naughty side of her? Ever since she married Mason Nightshade, she had settled down like a little housewife, which sometimes made him feel frustrated and sympathetic for her.
Viscount Zhou stylishly curled his lips and said smoothly, "That old man took a lot of photos. I had someone hack into his computer to find them. Besides her, there are other women—there are several hundred photos in total. And there are a few videos, probably secretly recorded by that old man."
Saying this, Viscount Zhou scoffed with disdain.
Although he was a playboy, he had his limits and never engaged in such sordid activities as secretly recording videos.
"As for the hotel surveillance footage..." At this point, Viscount Zhou hesitated, "It’s a bit difficult to obtain. I don’t know the owner of that hotel, and exposing the hotel surveillance would significantly impact their business, so they probably won’t give it to us. I’ll try to see if I can ask someone to get it."
"Okay." Aurelia Shaw succinctly replied with a word.
She didn’t need to explain, nor did she intend to hide anything. There was no need for many words between them; Viscount Zhou understood her.
Soon, Aurelia Shaw received the compressed photos and videos sent by Viscount Zhou. She opened them, briefly browsed through them, and then closed them. She really didn’t want to dwell on this kind of chaotic depravity, using one’s body for convenience, trading it for benefits. Unwittingly, the words she saw on the Forum earlier popped into her mind—how could Dovina even stomach that old man?
"Thank you for handling those photos on the internet for me."
Aurelia Shaw said quietly while saving the photos, speaking casually with Viscount Zhou.
"You mean exposing those photos of your hidden rules?"
At the mention of this, Viscount Zhou felt upset,
"I’m puzzled too. When I went to deal with it, those photos and reports had already been deleted. Moreover, any report involving your negative news was all gone. I’m not exaggerating when I say now it’s hard to even find a picture of you online.
Hey, do you have some admirer who secretly helped handle this matter for you?"
Aurelia Shaw frowned, thinking about it. She didn’t recall any admirer appearing in her previous life, or was it that she focused entirely on Mason Nightshade and overlooked others’ admiration?
After pondering for a while, Aurelia Shaw stopped thinking about it. She had a good trait: If something was too much to figure out, she simply stopped thinking about it, knowing she would understand it sooner or later.
"Since it wasn’t you who handled it, let’s skip the meal then." Aurelia Shaw said in a relaxed tone.
Hearing this, Viscount Zhou became anxious, "Hey, you can’t do this! That’s burning the bridge after crossing it, a highly unethical and condemnable act! That meal you must..."
Before he could finish his sentence, Aurelia Shaw had already hung up the phone, a slight smile playing on her lips, her eyes sparkling with a joyful glint. The more she had experienced pain, the more cherishing and precious these small, warm things seemed. Holding her phone, she dialed her agent’s number once more.
The ringtone "beep beep" sounded for a long time before someone answered, amidst a slightly noisy background, came the impatient voice of her agent, Audrey Wood, "What is it now?"
At that moment, Audrey Wood was in a bar chatting with a handsome young guy she just met, the two were in the heat of the moment, and Aurelia Shaw’s call came through.
She didn’t have a good impression of this little artist under her. If someone higher up hadn’t specifically "requested" it, she wouldn’t have bothered with her; she really wasn’t in the mood to deal with her now.
"Aren’t you resting at home? Don’t call me if it’s nothing important."
"Help me contact the crew and tell them that I will return to shoot in the afternoon."
"What?" Audrey Wood’s voice suddenly raised, her voice ringing out before her brain caught up, "Why are you going back to shoot? Didn’t you injure your leg? If you go back to shoot, the medical expenses that the crew..."
At this point, Audrey Wood’s rationality suddenly returned, and she closed her mouth.