My Gorgeous Wife is an Ex-Convict!

The reporter swallowed, then cautiously said, "I saw Miss Hart talking to this man, then she voluntarily placed her hand on his face, and then..."

The atmosphere felt like a low-pressure system was rolling in.

As the reporter kept talking, Lornell's complexion got worse and worse.

When the reporter finally finished recounting everything he had seen that day, the room fell into complete silence.

The reporter looked at Lornell with fear in his eyes, and after a while, he pleaded in a low voice, "Mr.Quentin, please let me go.I've told you everything! I don't want the money anymore, I'll give it back to you later!"

Lornell pursed his thin lips, mechanically flipping through the photos in his hand.

After a long pause, he finally said, "You don't need to pay me back.I'll keep these photos, but you're not allowed to have any copies.If I ever find these photos somewhere else in the future, you'll regret it for the rest of your life."

The reporter was so scared that he was shaking, repeatedly agreeing.

"Also, about our conversation today, I don't want anyone else to know.If anyone asks you about it..."

"I won't say a word, I swear.These injuries on me? I just had the misfortune of running into some drunk thugs on the street and they beat me up for no reason!" the reporter immediately assured.

had left, Lornell turned to his subordinates and said,

later, Lornell was the only one left in

photo in his hand, looking at Harley in the picture, his hand gently resting on the face of

being intimate with another man

as if something had

his childhood fiancée, a commitment he had made

always been

he didn't rule out the possibility of spending

good

liked by others was always better

he wasn't interested in liking anyone

their engagement, he didn't feel bad

never the

long as it didn't disgrace the Quentin family, it

she wouldn't like him anymore,

didn't pay much attention