Chapter 1687

Chandler paused, his gaze darkening into something mysterious. The refined, aloof demeanor he once carried shifted to a menacing, unsettling presence. The paparazzi quickly lowered their heads, too intimidated to meet his eyes. The atmosphere was thick with tension, disrupted only by the playful river breeze tousling Helen's hair. After a long, charged silence, Chandler's deep voice finally sliced through the stillness. "I must say, I'm flattered by how concerned you all are about my private affairs." His tone was flat, and his expression inscrutable, leaving everyone unsure of his feelings. For a moment, no one dared to respond. "Since everyone is so eager, I can't be ungrateful. Your equipment looks quite outdated. After this, please leave your gear behind. My assistant will take you to upgrade it—consider it a gift from me. Everyone here gets a share, so don't hesitate." With that, Chandler gave his assistant a subtle signal, and his subordinates moved forward, collecting the