The assistant explained:
"Actually, they weren't intentionally following you. It's just that young master Justin went there yesterday too, so they accidentally snapped you."
Alex snorted coldly:
"Justin, it's him again."
"So, what's the situation now?"
"Right now, Facebook is flooded with photos showing the backs of you and the madam. Luckily, the distance is far enough that her face isn't visible. However, news about you has climbed to number two on the hottest search list. Should I handle taking it down?"
A lazy smirk curved Alex's lips:
"Of course not. Save the money—trivial stuff like this isn't worth paying for."
In his mind, he thought: These paparazzi, why can't they get a front shot? Should I sponsor them with a better camera?
The assistant froze, replying:
"Yes, Mr. Alex."
Emma sat on the bed, staring at her phone, unsure whether to laugh or cry.
"Alex, why did I suddenly become a hot search topic?"
Alex walked in slowly, smiling lightly:
