Chapter 200: Chapter 200

The woman was wearing a sexy black strapless dress, with an exquisite and luxurious crystal necklace drawing the man’s gaze to her chest, the rise and fall of the cleavage making one drool. Her small, attractive face was further accentuated by her brown wavy curls.

Jonah Hansen raised his head and examined the woman in front of him, a slight curve on his lips. The flashing lights in the dim environment faintly illuminated his face, with a thin layer of smoke enveloping Jonah, giving off the aura of a charming playboy.

He wrapped an arm around the woman’s shoulder and slowly leaned closer to her ear, saying, "I’m here alone."

The woman shivered slightly from the warm breath he exhaled near her ear, then leaned against his chest with a shy coquettishness, "Naughty, you’re so bad."

Jonah drained his glass in one go, his gaze falling on the woman’s chest in his arms, and his large hand moved to caress her waist.

"Come, have a drink too."

Meanwhile, Wade Lynch, who had been lying in wait at the bar to capture dirt on these wealthy heirs, lit up at this scene, quietly raising his camera to capture the moment.

It truly was an unexpected gain, making the money he spent here worthwhile. This was far more interesting than simply capturing the debauchery of these rich kids.

Jonah and the woman hadn’t chatted for long before they were all over each other and disappeared somewhere. Wade tailed them all the way until they entered a private room upstairs.

Wade then put away his camera, humming a tune as he left the bar with a spring in his step.

In less than twenty minutes, Wade appeared in Ariana Lynch’s hospital room.

"Hello, Miss Lynch, funny coincidence, my surname is Lynch too." Wade walked lazily up to Ariana with hands in his pockets, acting quite familiar.

"Who are you? What are you here for?" Ariana eyed the person in front of her warily. She had never met him before, but judging by his demeanor, he seemed to know quite a bit about her and was certainly not here with good intentions.

Wade grinned innocuously, taking a few photos out of his pocket and handing them to Ariana. "The person in the photos, I’m sure you know him, Miss Lynch."

Ariana flipped through the photos in her hand, and upon seeing Jonah embracing a woman by the waist, her anger flared instantly. She gripped the photos tightly, her fingers trembling slightly with rage.

"Where did you take these?" Ariana’s voice was low and somewhat hoarse from suppressing her anger. Even without needing to ask, she knew what this man with the surname Lynch was here for.

Upon hearing her question, Wade knew that his visit was not in vain. He had known that celebrities from prestigious families like hers dreaded scandals the most.

Even though Jonah was the manager of The Lockwood Group, his relationship with Ariana seemed unusual. Whether in public or in private, they were often seen attending events together.

He kept his hands in his pockets, turned, and paced thoughtfully for a few steps: "Oh, where the photos were taken isn’t important. What’s important is if I release these photos, will it captivate everyone’s interest and prompt them to delve into this gentleman’s private affairs?"

"I remember quite a few people saying Savannah Lowell was seducing this gentleman. I reckon if they see these photos, they will definitely stand up for Savannah, and she will inevitably gain a lot of praise and fans in turn, right?"

Ariana had intended to bluff Wade a couple of times to send him away, but she didn’t expect this person to be so logically strong, laying out all the disadvantages faced by her.

This was the first time since her debut that she encountered such a difficult paparazzo.

If he just released the photos, so be it; she could completely claim her relationship with Jonah as merely colleagues in the company and conveniently mention the affair between Savannah and Dylan, and netizens would still side with her.

But if this person came forward to drive the narrative, netizens would surely follow his lead and further dig into the matters between Jonah and her, and if they discovered Quinn Lockwood, Jonah’s former girlfriend, was once her close friend...

At this thought, Ariana’s face suddenly changed, and her beautiful eyes filled with resentment.

Like a haunting ghost, even dead, he could still affect her.

"Just say what you want, no more nonsense." Ariana straightforwardly dropped the pretense, knowing her priority now was to resolve this matter quickly.

Wade shrugged, his lips carrying an ambiguous smile. He took his hands out of his pockets, crossed his arms, and faced Ariana, saying, "People say Miss Lynch is straightforward, never beating around the bush, today’s meeting truly affirms that."

"Actually, it’s simple; for us paparazzi, all we seek is a bit of benefit, after all."

"I wonder, how much are these photos worth to Miss Lynch?"

If she weren’t worried about him revealing her secrets, Ariana would have kicked him out immediately and found someone to give him a good beating.

He didn’t even look at his own status and dared to extort her.

Suppressing the surging anger within her, Ariana’s expression was extremely unnatural. She pointed to her bag, indicating to Wade to bring it to her.

"This card has six digits, enough for you to spend for a while." Tossing a card from her wallet to Wade, Ariana’s eyes remained cold.

Wade took the card, pocketing it without hesitation, gazing at Ariana with a look of gratitude and admiration, as he placed the storage card from his camera on the bedside table.

"Miss Lynch is really straightforward and generous. I wish you a speedy recovery and great success in your career." With that, he gave Ariana a thankful bow, waved his hand, and was about to leave.

Ariana gripped the edge of the bed tightly, her face alternating between shades of red and white from the fury.

It’s best if I never encounter him again!

Wade took a turn and hadn’t even made it downstairs when he ran into Quinn Lockwood, carrying dinner.

"Miss Lowell, long time no see. I haven’t congratulated you on the last incident yet." Wade glanced at the meal box in Quinn’s hand, easily guessing why she was here.

After all, the incident of Dylan Quinn getting injured on Savannah Lowell’s set was already widely known.

"Haha, it had slipped my mind if you hadn’t mentioned it. I haven’t congratulated you, Mr. Lynch. You were a beneficiary of the last incident too!" Quinn, discerning the veiled mockery in Wade’s words, rolled her eyes and retorted unhesitatingly.

"Miss Lowell is quite right." Wade was momentarily speechless from her response, only able to shrug helplessly.

It was his first time being retorted into silence by an outsider.

Quinn relished his helpless look with delight.

After all, she utterly despised those who were slick talkers, always ready with a sharp tongue.