Isabella laughed in exasperation: "How could you randomly blame someone else like that!"
"Then tell me, who secretly took photos of me?"
"I can't say, otherwise no one will monitor you for me anymore."
Harry Hunter, helpless, extended a finger to tap her head: "You can't fully trust what others say, and photos can't be taken at face value. What if they're fake? Videos can also be edited and altered. I'm worried you'll fall into someone's trap!"
"Then tell me, are the photos and videos real this time?"
Harry was tongue-tied for a moment before nodding: "Yes, but the shots were deliberately selected to cause misunderstanding!"
"That's exactly what I wanted. These are the key moments; they were taken very professionally!"
Harry frowned: "Darling, you didn't hire paparazzi, did you?"
Isabella stammered: "Well… more or less!"
"No hiring paparazzi! They're unreliable and might sell you out at any moment!"
"This friend of mine is trustworthy!"
