Unconscious Husband: Meet Her Love In Silence

Chapter: 190

But the reporter was unrepentant and instead accused Betsy of trying to extort money from him by making false accusations. He retorted, “Where did you see me hit her? Don’t make false accusations and try to get money from me!?”

When they heard the commotion, the other reporters who were departing turned back. More and more people started to gather and observe the scene.

Just then, Aziel drove the car over and asked Betsy and the others to get into the car.

Betsy, who was still fuming with anger, managed to control herself and quickly got into the car with Ariana and Sarah, who held Alina in her arms.

They swiftly left the area and the reporters finally scattered. With disdain, the male reporter, Fitzgerald Montgomery, spat in the direction where Ariana had left, before wiping his camera. He then retreated to a secluded area and made a phone call.

“Mr. Jasper Anderson, it’s done as you instructed,” he whispered into the phone. “I have all the necessary photos, and there are even some extras that could be used against Sarah's agent.”

Fitzgerald cautiously looked around, ensuring that no one was nearby to overhear the conversation and steal his opportunity. “Good. Send the photos to me. I'll ask someone to transfer the money to you.”

Fitzgerald smiled at the response and urged, “Please send the payment at double the agreed amount. | will send the photos as soon as the funds are received.”

“Okay,” replied the voice on the other end of the call.

Fitzgerald beamed with joy and packed up his equipment, heading out. As he rounded a corner, he suddenly collided with two individuals dressed in black, causing his camera to drop from his grasp.

“What the hell! Can’t you watch where you're going?” Fitzgerald shouted in frustration. He reached for his camera, but someone beat him to it and whisked it away. @

Fitzgerald raised his eyes and saw a sleek black luxury car parked in front of him. The man sitting in the back seat had a menacing and chilly expression on his face as he snatched the camera from his subordinate and waved it at Fitzgerald. ©

Theodore looked through the camera roll, which showed a group of reporters pushing and bullying Ariana. Anger welled inside him.

Outside the car window, Fitzgerald was being held back by bodyguards and yelling, “Give me my camera back! I'll call the police!”

Theodore released his frown, and threw the camera aside casually. He raised his head and chuckled. Bending his finger playfully at Fitzgerald, it was as if he was playing with a cat or a dog.

Fitzgerald had been brave to yell at Theodore a minute before.

But now, Theodore’s smile somehow confused and frightened Fitzgerald.

Once the bodyguards let go of him, he hesitantly walked to the side of the car. He swallowed, and plucked up his courage before asking, “What do you want?”

“| want this camera. Name your price.” Theodore pointed at the camera with his slender finger.

This seemed to dispel Fitzgerald’s fear, and his eyes lit up with joy. “You.. you really want to buy it?” This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.