After Divorce I Married a Tycoon-Chapter 46: The Bust Caught Cynthia Sinclair

The paparazzi, hearing there was a big story breaking with Rhonia’s wealthiest family, arrived swiftly.

These days, people online didn’t just love celebrity gossip.

They were just as fascinated by the affairs of the rich and powerful.

Once the paparazzi arrived, Mrs. Sinclair immediately summoned a hotel attendant.

"Open the door," she commanded.

The attendant froze.

"I’m sorry, ma’am. Opening a guest’s room without permission would be a violation of their privacy. We don’t have the authority to do that."

"Do you know who this is?" Rose Gable interjected.

"Open your damn eyes and take a good look. This is the matriarch of the Sinclair family."

"Do you have any idea whose company owns this hotel you work for?"

The attendant answered, "The Sinclair family."

"Then what are you standing around for? Open it when you’re told! Or do you not want your job anymore?"

The attendant felt she had no choice, but she didn’t want to be held responsible for violating a guest’s privacy.

She handed the master keycard to Rose Gable and hurried away.

’This whole situation is bizarre,’ she thought. ’I’d better get out of here.’

After taking the keycard, Rose Gable immediately opened the door.

She then gestured for the paparazzo to go in first.

This was to make sure he could capture the scene inside in its most undisturbed state.

If they went in first, they would tip their hand.

The paparazzo couldn’t wait to get inside. His performance review depended on this.

’If this story blows up, my bonus this month is going to double, at least!’

With that thought, the paparazzo hoisted his camera and burst through the door.

He found the bedroom and, aiming at the couple on the bed, began snapping away furiously.

Only after he had finished did Rose Gable and Mrs. Sinclair enter the bedroom.

When the two women got a clear look at the people on the bed, their faces changed in an instant.

Rose Gable let out a shriek. "Ahh—"

’What is happening?’

’Why is her precious daughter the one lying naked on the bed?’

’It was supposed to be that little bitch, Claire Mercer!’

’Why... Why is it my baby girl?’

She stared blankly at Cynthia Sinclair on the bed, her mind completely empty.

Her scream startled the paparazzo, who was busy trying to find different angles. 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚

The paparazzo glanced at her, camera on his shoulder, a bewildered look on his face.

’She’s putting on a good act,’ he thought. ’Not bad.’

The two people sleeping on the bed were jolted awake by Rose Gable’s shrill cry.

Cynthia Sinclair had no idea what was happening.

All she knew was that someone had interrupted her wonderful dream.

She cursed angrily through half-closed eyes.

"What the fuck? Who’s making all this noise so early in the morning? It’s so damn annoying."

As a spoiled heiress, she’d always been cranky when woken up.

Being woken up after just over two hours of sleep, she was furious.

Rose Gable was speechless. "..."

’What the fuck?’

’Did my sweet, innocent daughter just... curse?’

’And was she cursing at *me*?’

The curse snapped her out of her stupor. Rose Gable immediately lunged forward, grabbing a blanket to cover Cynthia Sinclair’s body.

It was a classic case of closing the barn door after the horse has bolted, however.

The paparazzo had already photographed everything there was to see—and then some.

After covering Cynthia, Rose Gable turned on the strange man lying next to her, hitting and screaming at him.

"You animal! Get the hell out of here, now!"

The man was just as confused about the situation.

He’d just slept with Cynthia Sinclair. What was all this chaos?

"Who are you people...?" he asked, rubbing his groggy eyes in annoyance.

Rose Gable was livid. "I should be the one asking who you are—"

"I’m Cynthia Sinclair’s boyfriend," the man said.

"Besides, Cynthia and I have slept together countless times. Why are you all freaking out?"

Rose Gable was speechless. "..."

’He and her daughter... had slept together countless times?’

’But her daughter had only just turned eighteen!’

Mrs. Sinclair took a deep breath. "Get out. Now."

Looking completely baffled, the young man grabbed his clothes, threw them on, and scurried out.

Compared to Rose Gable’s hysteria, Mrs. Sinclair was clearly much more composed.

After decades of turmoil, what hadn’t she seen?

She quickly moved past her shock, confusion, and anger, and regained her composure.

She immediately turned to the paparazzo.

"Stop filming immediately. Not a single one of those photos or a word about what happened here gets out."

The paparazzo was, once again, bewildered.

’What the hell is going on...?’

’They call me at the crack of dawn to get an exclusive scoop on Rhonia’s richest family.’

’I rushed over with my camera, skipping breakfast...’

’I spend all this time shooting, and now they’re telling me I can’t release any of it?’

’What kind of game is the Sinclair family playing?’

’Are they messing with me?’

Seeing him stand there dumbfounded, Mrs. Sinclair leveled a glacial stare at him from her cloudy eyes.

"Did you hear what I said?"

"Look..." The paparazzo hadn’t been fully awake to begin with.

He had only forced himself to come because he thought he was getting a huge scoop on a wealthy family that would boost his numbers.

But not only had he wasted his morning for nothing, the Sinclair family’s attitude...

...was really starting to piss him off.

’So what if they’re rich?’

’Don’t they realize I’m holding all the dirt on their family right here?’

The paparazzo forced an insincere smile. "Mrs. Sinclair, are you messing with me?"

Mrs. Sinclair was accustomed to being autocratic and tyrannical.

She did not tolerate anyone questioning her commands.

Especially not with some lowlife paparazzo. There was no need to be pleasant or to negotiate.

"I’m not negotiating with you."

The paparazzo considered his options. ’Fine, I can’t break the story,’ he thought.

’But at least I can get a hefty sum for my silence.’

"Ma’am, according to the rules of my profession, if you don’t want these photos getting out, you’ll have to buy them back."

"Buy the photos?" Rose Gable scoffed. "Are you insane?"

"I can’t help it," the paparazzo said. "Those are the rules of the business."

"This is my job. You can’t expect me to come all the way out here this early for nothing, can you?"

"You don’t have to buy them. But I have every right to publish them."

"Besides, you’re the ones who called me here to shoot this. It’s not like I broke in on my own."

Even though Cynthia Sinclair wasn’t a public figure, he had taken the pictures with the Sinclair family’s permission.

It wasn’t like he was secretly spying on them, so it wasn’t illegal.

Mrs. Sinclair’s eyes narrowed. "Are you trying to blackmail me?"

The paparazzo replied, "This isn’t blackmail. It’s a fair trade."

Mrs. Sinclair let out a cold snort, her aged face dark and menacing.

"Listen, and listen carefully. I will only say this once."

"We will not give you a single cent."

"And I forbid those photos from appearing anywhere, on any platform."

"If you want to keep your job, you know what you have to do."

"If you dare to defy me, the Sinclair family has plenty of ways to make sure you never work in this business again."

"If you don’t believe me, feel free to test me."

The paparazzo was speechless. "..."

He thought about it. The Sinclair family did have considerable power in Rhonia. Crushing a lowly paparazzo like him would be child’s play.

Since the Sinclairs were being so unreasonable, he could only chalk it up to bad luck.

He ground his teeth in frustration and turned to leave.

"Delete the photos from your camera. Now," Mrs. Sinclair called out, stopping him.

The paparazzo froze. "..."

’Dammit.’

’What kind of rotten luck did I have today?’

’They won’t let me publish the photos, and they won’t pay for them...’

’And now they’re forcing me to delete the pictures I worked so hard to get.’

A firestorm of anger was burning in his chest, and he desperately wanted to scream at them.

But all he could do was silently curse the entire Sinclair family line, past and present.

Only after the photos were deleted did Mrs. Sinclair allow the paparazzo to leave.

She warned him again not to breathe a word of what happened today, or he would face the consequences.

The paparazzo left, cursing them under his breath.

He silently vowed to himself.

’From now on, any scandal involving the Sinclair family, I’ll be the first one to expose it.’

After the paparazzo was gone, Rose Gable finally turned to Mrs. Sinclair.

"Mom, what in the world just happened?"

"Didn’t you say we were coming to catch Claire Mercer in the act? Why was it Cynthia in that bed...?"