Warm Married Life: Mr. President Loves His Darling Wife-Chapter 275 - 274: The Origin of the Kissing Photo

The two of them exchanged a knowing glance, and Bella Acker began to go through the emails.

Inside, one after another, were things Vivian Norris had done but absolutely could not be exposed.

Bella Acker’s lips curled into a cold smile. She had long suspected that someone like Vivian Norris, who puts on airs, must have done many disgraceful things behind the scenes, but she hadn’t expected there to be so many.

Just the newcomers suppressed by Vivian Norris, unable to make it in the entertainment industry, numbered in the dozens.

Bella Acker was not the first, and she certainly wouldn’t be the last.

As long as Vivian Norris was in the entertainment industry, any newcomer she didn’t like could forget about rising to the top.

A saintess to your face, a devil behind your back! This woman was truly something else.

After reading the emails, Bella handed the phone back to Archer Quinn with a smile, saying, "It’s really interesting. Senior Quinn, where did you find such amusing stuff? Why not share some online and let everyone have a look?"

"A friend sent it to me," Archer Quinn replied with a smile. "Forget about sharing it for now, let’s eat first."

Even before he finished speaking, the waiter had already brought over the rabbit heads and duck necks, followed closely by spicy crayfish.

Bella laughed and changed the topic, "Wow, it smells so good, it must be delicious. I’ll start with a rabbit head, it’s been a while since I last had one."

"Take it slow, don’t choke," Archer Quinn said with a smile as he put on gloves and picked up a crayfish to shell it.

He shelled the crayfish without eating any himself and naturally placed it all on Bella’s little plate.

As Bella gnawed on a rabbit head, she said, "Senior Quinn, don’t just shell them, have some for yourself. Gosh, it’s so spicy!"

Archer Quinn took off his gloves and poured a small cup of beer, handing it to her, "Drink some beer, it won’t be as spicy."

"My hands are greasy." Bella looked at the gloves she was wearing, which were covered in spicy oil, making it inconvenient to hold the cup. But she hadn’t finished eating the rabbit head yet, and taking off the gloves only to put them back on later seemed bothersome.

"Just drink it like this." Archer Quinn held the cup to her lips.

"Hehe, Senior Quinn, this feels like I’m bossing you around. If your fans found out, would they come after me?" Bella said, but still took off her gloves to take the cup herself, not letting Archer feed her directly.

Archer Quinn chuckled, "Occasionally serving my beloved is not inappropriate."

"Pfft, Senior Quinn, you’ve been reciting too many script lines!" Bella teased, adding, "I am both delighted and fearful of Your Grace’s favor, fearful... fearful of eating too much and getting fat! Hahaha!"

Bella altered the lines at the end, bursting into laughter before she could finish.

The other three were amused by her as well.

After finishing the midnight snack, the four of them returned to the hotel to rest.

Ever the gentleman, Archer Quinn escorted Bella and the other two to their hotel’s entrance before going back to the hotel where he was staying alone.

Back at the hotel room, Sharon Cheney took off her coat and hung it on the rack, then said, "Bella, I couldn’t say anything with Shaw around earlier. I’ve had someone check into those photos circulating online. Apparently, someone delivered them to a newspaper early yesterday morning, but President Lloyd’s people blocked it, so it didn’t get reported. I asked around, and the person who delivered the photos is Vivian Norris’s assistant."

Bella nodded, "I also guessed it was Vivian Norris behind this. The problem is those photos aren’t photoshopped. When did Senior Quinn and I ever do something so intimate... ah!"

As Bella spoke, her eyes widened in realization.