Chapter 79: Hangover Soup

This piece of explosive news, if leaked, could secure not only the paparazzo’s future but that of his descendants as well. He snapped away furiously, cursing his camera for its lack of high definition. After being forcefully kissed by Henry Jefferson for nearly a minute, Giselle pushed him away, her lips pouting as she muttered softly, “Can’t you ever stop going crazy when you drink?” Henry, seemingly oblivious, cradled her head and drew her close, covering her eyes with his hand before leaning in for another lengthy kiss. The valet parked the Mercedes at the curb and was about to step out when a stern glance from Henry made him hastily retreat into the driver’s seat. Another valet, standing behind Henry, gestured dismissively to his colleague, signaling him to keep his distance. By the time Giselle was panting from the kisses, Henry let her go with evident reluctance. She pushed him, muttering under her breath, “Insane.” Meanwhile, the valet, leisurely savoring the luxury car,