Warm Married Life: Mr. President Loves His Darling Wife-Chapter 262 - 261: So What Would He Do to Her?
"No, I’m already up. Does President Lloyd need anything?" Bella’s mind was preoccupied with returning Damian’s call, so she was a bit distracted during this call.
"It’s like this." President Lloyd didn’t waste any time and directly explained the reason for the call. "Last night I received some photos related to you. Someone tried to publish them in a gossip magazine, but I blocked them."
"Photos related to me?" Bella’s heart clenched, and she instinctively asked, "Did they manage to photograph us?"
Wasn’t she careful enough when she got out of Damian’s car? Could it be that the reporters captured them?
"Ms. Acker, are you really in that kind of relationship with him?" President Lloyd paused and asked.
"Uh, we’re seeing each other." Since the photos were taken, there was no harm in admitting it. Besides, she and Damian genuinely liked each other. Both single, so there’s nothing to hide.
On the other end, President Lloyd, who had the speakerphone turned on, trembled slightly, almost dropping his phone. He nervously glanced up at Damian Sinclair, who was standing expressionless nearby. He thought— Damian had deliberately avoided his call just moments ago. Who knew what the two talked about, and now he asked him to contact Ms. Acker?
Ms. Acker, as well— involved with someone as influential as President Sinclair, yet still tangled up with Archer Quinn? Entanglement was one thing, but to not even be discreet enough to avoid being secretly photographed in such intimate poses, it’s maddening.
"Ms. Acker, I’ll hang up for now."
After ending the call, President Lloyd regretted not fully investigating the situation before eagerly presenting the photos to Damian Sinclair.
He never imagined Bella would be so foolish to be with other men despite having Damian. From the moment he received the photos, he was utterly convinced they were edited, with no alternative thoughts, let alone getting a preemptive verification.
Now his insides churned with regret, but under Damian Sinclair’s terrifying aura, he was paralyzed— leaving or staying was tormenting. He sat huddled in the corner of the sofa, inwardly chanting: You can’t see me, you can’t see me, you can’t see me. Oh, so frightening, I want to go home.
"Um, President Sinclair, if there’s nothing else, I’ll... I’ll be leaving now." After a long silence without Damian speaking, President Lloyd was on the brink of madness, finally mustering the courage to voice his thoughts.
"Have the photos been verified as authentic or Photoshop composites?" Damian asked.
"Not yet. President Sinclair, shall I get someone to verify them now?" President Lloyd probed cautiously.
"No need, you can leave."
"Alright, then." President Lloyd was eager to vanish from the scene. Once he got Damian’s approval, he picked up his belongings and left, as if any delay would lead to being devoured by demons.
Once outside, President Lloyd wiped his forehead, drenched in cold sweat, "Mother of God, scared me to death."
Failed to please, and if he were to be blamed, he’d find nowhere to cry.
Damian Sinclair gazed at the photos in his hand, his expression icy yet devoid of anger.
Sometimes, when fury reaches its peak, it can suppress rage.
"You said there should be no misunderstandings between us. Fine, I’ll carry it to the last step. If it’s real, Bella, then I’ll..." Damian spoke to the image of Bella in the photo. If upon verification, the photos weren’t Photoshop composites, what would he do to her?
