CHAPTER 27: CHAPTER 27: LET HIM HAVE HIS FUN

Jace Kingsley looked at the dimmed phone screen, set the phone down, and picked up the photographs on the table.

There were quite a few photographs, stored in an envelope.

And now, the envelope was open.

All the photographs had been taken out.

These were the photographs taken that night at The Crescent, featuring none other than Jace Kingsley and Ava Sterling.

They were at the side entrance of the hotel.

Jace held a photograph between his fingers; in this picture, the light was hazy, the scene blurred. The person was kneeling on one knee, bending slightly and lowering their gaze. The light fell upon them, casting a lovely serene hue.

Exquisite.

This was precisely the moment he examined her foot.

And this photograph was excellently taken.

Both in tone and artistic conception, it was so perfect.

He looked at it repeatedly, unable to put it down.

After a while, he pressed the intercom: "Come in for a moment."

"Yes, Mr. Kingsley."

Quickly, the office door opened, someone entered from outside.

Jace placed all the photographs back into the envelope and handed it to the newcomer: "Take this and make an album."

"Alright."

The person received it with both hands.

However, as he was about to take it, Jace suddenly paused and then withdrew.

He said, "Contact L, have their person in charge reach out to me."

"Understood."

L, a renowned design company in Miraport. They primarily handle album creation and photo editing for the wealthy, crafting satisfactory products that fully meet customers’ demands.

Including wedding photography, all encompassed within.

The person left, Jace held the envelope, gazing at the full array of photographs inside. A smile appeared in his eyes.

Fifty million.

Worth it.

...

Country X, Covenant Isle.

The sea breeze gently blew, palm trees swayed slightly, on the beach, a woman in her thirties dressed in a white caretaker uniform slowly pushed a wheelchair forward.

Sitting in the wheelchair was a woman; her long straight hair was draped behind her, wearing a light blue long dress, with a thin blanket covering her knees.

She was unadorned with makeup, but her skin was in excellent condition, her Jiangnan-style face was graceful, incredibly gentle.

However, upon closer inspection of her face, the faint lines at the corners of her eyes, a pair of eyes that had seen life’s changes, clearly indicated that she was no longer young.

"Madam."

Suddenly, someone approached her side, bending over.

Elara Shelby’s gaze shifted slightly from the front, returning her focus. She looked at the person beside her, then raised her hand.

The one pushing her stopped, slightly lowered her body, then left.

The newcomer was a woman, appearing to be around thirty-seven or thirty-eight, dressed in a dark professional suit, her demeanor was not soft like typical women but competent and steady.

Elara Shelby looked at her: "Speak, what is it?"

The woman handed over an envelope with both hands: "The young master seems to have someone he likes."

Elara Shelby raised an eyebrow: "Oh?"

She seemed surprised, but the surprise quickly vanished.

She took the envelope, a slight smile appeared: "It’s rare for my son to have a girl he likes. I’d like to see what she looks like, see which family’s daughter she is."

She spoke, taking the photographs out.

However, upon hearing her words, the woman hesitated: "This young lady she..."

Her words paused because Elara Shelby had already seen the person in the photograph.

Tall and slim, long hair cascading to the waist, a lightly made-up face filled with quietness and mystery in the backdrop of the night.

Elara Shelby carefully examined Ava Sterling, then glanced at Jace Kingsley kneeling in front of Ava Sterling, smilingly said: "This girl looks quite good, suits my son."

The woman’s lips moved, seeing Elara Shelby’s expression, she continued to say: "This young lady is a model, not a daughter of a prominent family, nor from a scholarly background, her family background is quite ordinary."

Elara Shelby frowned: "Model?"

The smile on her face gradually faded.

"Yes, she’s a model under Celeste’s agency, an international supermodel, fairly reputable in the modeling circle."

Elara Shelby’s smile completely disappeared.

She looked at these photographs one by one, until finally placing them back into the envelope, handing it to the woman: "Let him have his fun."

The woman bowed her head: "I understand."