Chapter 441

Amie froze. "Yes," someone chimed in. "Even if we're willing to believe in you, Ms. Morrison, who knows if Vincent will believe it when he finds out?" Amie's face turned pale, her fingernails digging deep into her palm. She knew that things had reached a point of no return. Jenson rubbed his temples and said, "How much money do you want before you can delete the photos you just took?" The paparazzi exchanged glances, but no one spoke. Jenson continued, "I know how much money you make from taking photos and selling news to your company. How about this? "Name a price, and I'll buy the photos from you. You'll make a quick profit, much better than your meager salary." Hearing this, Amie felt a glimmer of hope. "Yes! Give them the money!" As long as they bought the photos, the news wouldn't spread. The paparazzi conferred briefly, possibly sensing an opportunity. One of them asked, "How much are you willing to offer, Mr. Schuman?" Jenson glanced around, roughly estimating that the