Chapter 271

• After being slammed to the floor, Lucas Lu clutched his stomach. A crooked smile clung to his lips, twisted ugly by pain.
• Lucas spat blood. “No big deal. I’ve got hundreds, maybe thousands of photos like that. Honestly, I should thank you for sending Zayla Steele to me that day. Otherwise, how would I have gotten such gorgeous shots? And it’s not just photos—I’ve got a one-hour video too. Want me to send it to you?”
• “Delete it!” Joaquin Latham’s voice shot up. He moved so hard his tie went crooked. He loosened it with one hand and then planted his foot on Lucas’s injured knee.