CHAPTER 84: CHAPTER 84 MO YINHE: WANTING TO START A SCANDAL ABOUT ONESELF 3

Mo Yinhe held dual citizenship. He was an ordinary citizen in A Country, but in Atlantis, he was the Crown Prince, wielding vast authority second only to one person.

This statement couldn’t have been more accurate.

The head guard thought, Why do His Excellency’s words sound so insincere?

The head guard didn’t dare to voice this aloud and went to return the memory card as ordered.

The paparazzo, morose after having his memory card confiscated, spotted Mo Yinhe’s guard approaching him again and took to his heels in fright.

"Hey, stop right there!" one of the guards shouted.

As if the paparazzo would actually stop—he practically wished he could sprout wings and fly.

Paparazzi might lack many skills, but their ability to flee was second to none, rivaling professional sprinters. Even Head Guard Fengjue would have to admit defeat in a race against him.

"Running that fast, are you in a hurry to reincarnate?" Fengjue muttered.

The head guard ordered several accompanying guards to give chase. They pursued him from the mall out into the streets, chasing him for three full blocks before finally cornering the paparazzo, who was as skittish as a startled bird.

Seeing Mo Yinhe’s guards closing in, clearly determined to catch him, the paparazzo’s knees buckled. THUD. He collapsed to the ground.

"Sirs, please, spare me!" he begged. "I’m just a lowly paparazzo trying to make a living. You’ve already taken the memory card. I swear I don’t have any more photos on me, and I vow I’ll never photograph Mr. Mo again!"

"This is for you." Fengjue strode over and handed the memory card back to the paparazzo.

The paparazzo was completely baffled, not daring to take it.

Fengjue, dressed in a black overcoat, had an imposing aura, reminiscent of a mafia boss from the movies. Enveloped by this powerful, intimidating presence, the paparazzo grew even more terrified. "Boss," he pleaded, "please, at least let me die knowing why."

"We’re not here to make things difficult for you," Fengjue said. "Our Excellency says you can leak the photos as you wish. Feel free."

"Huh?" The paparazzo was dumbstruck. Leak them as I wish? Dare I? Does he think I have a death wish? I have elderly parents and a young child to support, and my wife is seven months pregnant with our second! I can’t afford to be reckless!

Fengjue paid him no mind. After returning the memory card, he gestured, and the guards who had followed him all departed with him, leaving the paparazzo shivering in the wind.

「Elsewhere.」

Si Mingjing had been in the ladies’ restroom for quite some time.

It was because Song Tengfei had called her.

Over the phone, Song Tengfei’s voice was anxious and strained. "Mingjing," he said, "you’re treating Mo Yinhe now, right? Do you have any sway with him? Can you speak to him? Today, the Song Group’s stock plummeted! The Ministry of Foreign Affairs is also planning to deal sternly with your aunt for stealing the bracelet. If Mo Yinhe doesn’t back down, our family will find it incredibly difficult to weather this storm. Even the Song Group, which your grandfather poured his heart and soul into building, might collapse! That’s his life’s work we’re talking about!"

Song Tengfei was playing the sympathy card. He didn’t know this daughter of his well, so he could only use the Song Group as an angle. "Besides," he added, "you have a share in the Song Group too."

A flicker of disdain glinted in Si Mingjing’s eyes, but her tone was that of a dutiful daughter. "Dad," she said, "I’m furious that Aunt framed me this time. However, the Song Group shouldn’t suffer because of her actions. I’ll do my best, but I’m not sure how much influence I actually have with Mo Yinhe."

Song Tengfei sighed. She probably doesn’t have much influence at all, he thought. But I’m at my wit’s end, clutching at straws. I can’t afford to pass up even the slightest chance.

Si Mingjing then declared with feigned earnestness, "Dad, please don’t worry. I’ll try my very best. If Mo Yinhe refuses to back down this time, then I’ll simply stop treating his illness!"

Her tone was arrogant, revealing a complete overestimation of her own importance.

"Nonsense!" Song Tengfei snapped, his voice tinged with anger. "Who do you think you are? You? Threaten Mo Yinhe? Just forget it. Don’t say another word, or you’ll only make things worse. Your most important task right now is to focus on treating Mo Yinhe’s illness properly. Don’t meddle in anything else."

"But the Song Group... it’s Grandfather’s and your life’s work..." Si Mingjing bit her lip, her voice laced with an apparent desire to help her family.