Chapter 514 Not Just a Pretty Face

Olivia, fully aware her silver-haired captive couldn’t so much as wiggle, shamelessly circled him with her phone in hand. She clicked through dozens of shots, capturing him from every angle — tied up, shirtless, blood at the corners of his mouth, helpless and flushed.
She scrolled through the pictures like she was admiring her latest photo shoot.
"Damn. You’ve got the kind of face that belongs on a billboard," she said, clicking her tongue. "And you chose the life of a faceless mercenary? Really? That’s tragic. I actually take pretty good photos. Wanna see?"