My Substitute CEO Bride

Chapter 605

Horace’s eyes lit up as he briskly walked toward the storage cabinet behind his office chair. He opened the cabinet and retrieved a satellite phone from the inside. This phone was equipped with particular hardware to prevent outside parties from tapping in.

It could be used to make calls without needing a SIM card. He quickly dialed his younger brother, Warner’s, number.

“Who is this?”

“Warner, something has gone wrong on my end. Find a way to eliminate Rowan from Neon Photography Studio in the Jonford city center!”

“Alright,” Warner agreed without hesitation. After hanging up the phone, Horace walked slowly to the window.

He lifted a corner of the curtain and looked out onto the street below. A black van was parked by the roadside. He was unaware that Hunt had seen everything through his binoculars inside the van.

…

Neon Photography Studio was located in the city center. A tall and handsome man was photographing a beautiful girl in a school uniform.

“Open your eyes a little wider and keep your expression more natural!

“Okay, don’t move!”

carnera in hand, Rowan leaned in slightly

and said, “All set. That’s a total of

girl thanked him playfully, then

the girl off. Only after she was some distance away did Rowan close the door, take out

among the numerous photos he had just taken. Rowan enlarged the photos and then took a few pieces

about three minutes, Rowan shivered, his eyes half-shut as he leaned back in

knock on the

is it?” Rowan switched the computer

beautiful woman in a violet spaghetti-strap dress. She had waist-length glossy black hair, an almond-shaped face, big eyes, long eyelashes, and

could not help but swallow

was ten times, no, a hundred times more beautiful than those internet celebrities and news anchors who had come to him for photos before. The view beneath her deep neckline was tantalizingly elusive. The wicked flame that had just subsided in Rowan instantly flared

I was recommended by a friend to come to you for a photoshoot!”

was gentle and melodious. Rowan’s heart trembled fiercely. In his six years of working in photography, he had encountered thousands of women, but

Mr. Rowan not

again, her soft voice sending