NovelApexChapter 1363: The photographer blinked. "One hour?" Alexander didn't flinch. "You've got a team. Use them. Make it flawless. Money's not an issue." He pulled out a check and handed it over without ceremony. The moment the photographer saw the number, his doubt vanished.
Later that evening, as he looked at the photos, Hamilton opened the email and froze. Staring at the attached images, he didn't wait-he called Alexander straight away.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"Are these photos real?" Without hesitation, Alexander replied, "Absolutely. Ask anyone. Daniela was obsessed withfor years. We're getting close again. It was bound to happen eventually." Though Hamilton said nothing, he remembered the cold look on Daniela's face the last the saw her-nothing like the affection captured in the photos.
"Mr. McCoy, show them to Cedric if you want. They're authentic photos. He'll believe them," Alexander added. Once the call ended, Hamilton leaned back in his chair, still staring at the photos.
Wasting no time, his secretary brought in an expert to examine the photos. Thirty minutes later, the results were in.
"Mr. McCoy, we ran a full analysis. The photos are digitally altered," the assistant said. "Still, the experts were impressed. They said anyone without a trained eye would be completely fooled. It's nearly good enough to pass as real." A dry sneer tugged at Hamilton's lips.
So much for Alexander's bravado-he couldn't even manage a couple of convincing photos after all that talk about Daniela being infatuated with him. Right then, his phone buzzed again with a message.
"Mr. McCoy, Oiscoll's airspace is locked down. I can't get through. Can you send a private jet to pickup? Trust me-once I arrive, Cedric and Daniela will be over for good!" Stay updated with galnovGlancing up, the secretary raised a brow. "Should we send a plane for him, Mr. McCoy?" Hamilton didn't bother hiding his irritation. “No. Tell him to wait for air traffic to clear and find his own flight." His gaze flickered toward the photos spread across the table-fabricated intimacy.
Later that evening, Hamilton walked into his hwith his usual heavy silence. Without a word, he placed the folder of photos on the living room table before heading upstairs.
When Nikolas stepped through the front door a few minutes later, the housekeeper greeted him warmly. "Your father's tied up with an online meeting tonight. He said he won't be joining for dinner. Are you hungry? Should I make something?" Nikolas replied, "I didn't have lunch, so could you prepare something?"
His attention drifted mid-sentence, onl drawn to the photos lying open the table-its contents visible under the soft lamp light.
Noticing the pause, the housekeeper leaned out from the the kitchen What would you like to eat?"
Nikolas stood motionless, his gaze locked onto the photos in his hands, his mind frozen, struggling to process the moment. "Mr. McCoy?" The housekeeper's voice broke the silence, calling him once more.
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