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In the Bureau, Joseph Shaw, dressed casually, stood in front of the paparazzi.
As someone in this profession, Joseph Shaw often judged people by their appearances, or rather, recognized people on sight.
From the first glance, Joseph Shaw knew this paparazzi was not an easy person to fool.
"And who are you?" was the first question the paparazzi asked upon seeing Joseph Shaw, "Are you here for Jane Sampsonâs matter too?"
The paparazzi had their mobile phone confiscated inside, so naturally, they did not know the photo incident from yesterday had already been settled. Even now, he was fantasizing about Jane Sampson and James Carter being kicked out of the circle, and it was with these imaginations that he got through the long night yesterday.
"Those photos, did Jillian Carter really give you one million to manipulate them?" Joseph Shaw asked.
The paparazzi lifted an eyelid, "Yeah, it was her, why? Donât believe it?"
Upon saying this, the paparazzi sneered, "If you donât believe it, thereâs nothing I can do."
Joseph Shaw remained silent for a long time, observing the paparazziâs expression. In his heart, he wondered why Jane Sampson and James Carter would believe it, because even he was almost convinced.
But...
Joseph Shaw recalled Jillian Carterâs expression from yesterday. By now, she should have no reason to continue hiding or deceiving him.
So, this paparazzi was still lying.
"I know she didnât ask you to do it. You asked her for one million, but she didnât give it to you because she thought the photos werenât worth much," said Joseph. "Later, you sold the photos to someone else, right? Probably for precisely one million."
Joseph Shaw slightly lowered his voice, "Iâll give you three million, to buy one truth from you."
Three million, Joseph Shaw thought this amount of money should be an unexpected fortune for someone like this.
Itâs just a matter of speaking the truth, three million, anyone not foolish would take the deal.
"Who are you?" The paparazziâs expression indeed changed, no longer as frivolous as before, finally showing curiosity and contemplation, "First tell me who you are, then Iâll consider doing business with you."
"Does doing business with you have anything to do with who I am?" Joseph Shaw slightly furrowed his eyebrows, not expecting this person to be so difficult.
"Yes." The paparazzi raised their eyebrows, "It matters a lot because if you belong to Jane Sampson, then I wonât make the deal with you."
Saying that, the paparazzi suddenly leaned forward, scanning Joseph Shaw up and down, "Youâre not Jane Sampsonâs mysterious husband, are you? Surname Black? From the Black Family?"
"No." Joseph Shaw denied.
"Oh~ not, huh~" The paparazzi sat back with a face of disappointment, changed legs to cross again, and glanced at Joseph Shaw a few more times, exclaiming, "Judging by your build, you wouldnât be a defender, would you? So, youâre Jillian Carterâs husband?"
Joseph Shaw hadnât anticipated that the paparazzi would guess his identity, so he stood there, staring at the paparazzi for a few seconds without speaking.
"If you donât deny, then itâs an admission, so youâre here to clear Jillian Carterâs name?" the paparazzi speculated, "Yesterday, did Jane Sampson and James Carter go to confront Jillian Carter?"
Joseph Shawâs patience was running thin. He repeated the question once more, "Do you want to make the three million or not?"
The paparazzi sat inside, tilting his head back and laughing loudly, as if hearing the most ridiculous joke in the world. The laughter was so loud that it echoed throughout the entire room.