CEO's Reborn Wife-Chapter 1951 - 1959: One Million

The little police officer walked alongside Rock Bell, guiding the group to a separate interrogation room.

The CCTV in the interrogation room had already been turned off, and the paparazzi had been waiting there for two to three minutes.

After Rock Bell and Jane Sampson’s group entered, the officers inside stepped out, and one of them said to Rock Bell, "If there’s an emergency, you can press this black button, and we’ll immediately come over from the next room."

"Alright, thank you all," Rock Bell replied politely.

Jane Sampson’s group and the paparazzi were separated by an iron door, and the paparazzi, who had been confined for half a day, sat in the chair inside, still with that slippery demeanor.

The phrase ’not seeing the coffin won’t shed tears’ was inadequate to describe him.

He’s halfway into the coffin yet still unaware of urgency.

"Heh, meeting again, this time with such a big entourage?" The paparazzi crossed his legs, sitting inside with a wicked grin, "I heard it was lively outside this morning, why do you two have time to visit at this time?"

Before seeing him in person, Rock Bell was mentally prepared after Jane Sampson said this paparazzi was impervious to reason, but he still didn’t expect the guy to be this stubborn.

"We have a few questions to ask you," Rock Bell said.

The paparazzi’s gaze shifted to Rock Bell, his lips pressing slightly downward, without speaking, just staring directly at Rock Bell.

Rock Bell cleared his throat and asked, "You know Jillian Carter, right?"

The man gave a scornful chuckle, "In my occupation, you ask if I know Jillian Carter. Are you disrespecting my profession? Such a high-profile Elder Miss of the Carter Family, who wouldn’t know?"

"Did she pay you to keep an eye on Jane Sampson?" Even though the paparazzi’s tone was annoying, Rock Bell initially feared the man might say nothing.

So, as long as he spoke and wasn’t silent, even if his words were unpleasant, they could tolerate it.

The man’s gaze swept across the room full of people, finally landing on James Carter, and he looked at James Carter with a grunt, "Yeah, I took money from the Elder Miss. Money from a lady who thinks money can buy anything is the easiest to earn."

"Last night you took photos and sent them to Jillian Carter. Was it also you who asked her for money to operate those photos through connections?" Rock Bell asked again.

The paparazzi let out a sudden laugh.

The laugh was somewhat abrupt.

But he nodded at the same time.

"Yeah," the paparazzi said.

Jane Sampson clearly felt James Carter’s nerves tighten.

"How much money did she give you?" Jane Sampson asked.

The paparazzi immediately replied, "One million, what else do you think? A few photos for one million is profitable for me, but useful for her."

After saying this, the paparazzi glanced at James Carter, "Carter the Great Singer, do you regret being this brother? Your sister, your younger sister, is placing you, her own brother, beneath her feet."

James Carter clenched the cane in his hand tightly.

Jillian Carter tricked him!

Jillian Carter actually tricked him!

Having gotten the answer they wanted, Rock Bell didn’t linger in the interrogation room. She was about to leave with Jane Sampson when, suddenly at the door, the paparazzi shouted.

"Hey! Jane Sampson."

When Jane Sampson turned back to look at him, she met his ambiguous expression, and he mouthed a sentence to her.