"Hey, Bill, hehe, I have a business to take care of you this time..."

"Rubis, I have a big news here. How about it, are you interested..."

"Frank, don't say I don't take care of you, I have a big news here, see how much you are willing to buy it..."

...

After making dozens of calls in succession, Shenghua decided to contact all the newspapers and magazines that he could contact, and then he put down the phone in his hand with satisfaction.

Wang Xiao asked him to spread it, but he didn't say he wouldn't sell it. Anyway, the result was the same. He was a businessman and he couldn't do anything that he didn't make money.

What's more, with such a big news, Shenghua was already happy to see the photos that he had just agreed to have not had time to process. Although it cannot be sold exclusively because of the reason why he wants to be distributed, he can also make a big meal with too much fly meat.

Now, I'm just waiting for money to arrive.

In just a few days, Wang Xiao gave himself such a great benefit. It seems that he must serve this person well in the future.

The warm sunlight shone into the dusty waste factory. On the ground, a figure who had been lying for a long time and had not moved suddenly shook.

"Ah!" As if he was thinking of something terrible, the figure suddenly screamed and got up from the ground. When he just realized where it was, a stinging pain under him reminded him of what happened last night. He couldn't help but sit on the ground, not knowing what to do for a moment.

Walking back to the car slowly, Villallen tried hard to sort out his clothes, and tears fell from the corners of his eyes. He, the famous rich young man, was treated like this.

He chewed his teeth hard and swore that he must take revenge.

The pain under him made him unable to sit down safely, and he kept moving to find a comfortable position. At the same time, thinking about the purpose of coming here last night, he couldn't help but take out his cell phone and read the news.

There was no email or message, which made him frown, and he now needed the photo of the bitch to calm him down.

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Thinking of this, he dialed the veteran's number.

"Dudu." An empty voice came, causing his brows to frown together.

After several consecutive times, no one answered. Villallen threw his phone down aside. Looking at his clothes, he tried not to recall his experience last night.

It was a nightmare, and he would never want to think about it again in his life.

There was a spare suit in the car. After changing it uncomfortable, he tried to remind himself, just pretending that nothing had happened, and then drove towards home.

Along the way, his dizzy head almost made him get into a car accident. Fortunately, he finally returned home intact, parked the car, got out of the car, and tried to make his walking posture normal. Seeing a maid coming from the opposite side, he took a proud look as usual.

However, the maid seemed to be hiding from him and walked quickly in the other direction.

This action made Vialhallen stunned. Even if he looked at him more, these maids would want to stick it up. Why did this happen today? And when he looked at him just now, there was a hint of disgust in his eyes?

Shaking his head and leaving this absurd idea behind his head, Villhallen walked towards the villa. Before he could walk out, he saw the butler running hurriedly towards him.

"What happened?" Seeing that the butler seemed to have something to say, Virhallen tried to keep calm.

The butler's face was not very good, and at the same time, he looked behind Velhallen, which made him feel uncomfortable: "What happened, you go to the study yourself."

"Huh?" Villhallen's expression was not very good-looking. The housekeeper knew that he rarely showed such a look for many years. He didn't care about the pain in his lower body and ran towards the study in a swaying manner.

Behind him, the butler looked at the master's posture and sighed heavily.

When he entered the study, Villhallen immediately glanced at it and found dozens of magazines and newspapers on the table. He immediately walked over to check it out.

A glance made Vialhallen feel that he had drained all his strength.

On the cover of the magazine, there were photos of himself under a big man. There were several reduced photos in the lower right corner of the photo. Although the faces of these men were treated, it was also obvious from the skin color that it was not the same person.

"How is this possible?" The feeling of powerlessness that came quickly made him collapse directly on the chair, and even forgot the pain under him in his blank mind.

After a while, when he came to his senses, the huge title on the cover made his face turn red.

"The fall of the rich son."

Then, Villallen was quickly flipping all the magazines and newspapers as if he was crazy.

However, every title on it is related to him without exception.

"I'm not married yet, this is the reason!"

"Thousands of girls are heartbroken, Vialhallen likes homosexuality."

“…became someone else’s suffering.”

...

Among them, the only one that did not use his photos last night was a magazine specially made for his peers. The cover was a photo he took on daily basis, but the advertisement with three big words on it was like a needle stuck in Villhallen's heart.

"Find friends!"

"How could this happen? How could this happen?" Villhallen kept murmuring. He wanted to secretly make up the incident last night and handle it privately, but where did these photos come from? Judging from the clarity and angle of the shooting above, it is not an exaggeration to say that it was a posing.

Isn't it an accident? Who took these photos? How could he not know?

Seeing his shameful actions on his way, Villhallen felt that the whole sky had collapsed.

"No!" After a long time, Villhallen finally calmed down and then realized.

How could there be a few more cars outside the scrap factory for no reason? It looks more like I'm waiting for myself. What seduced me from the past last night was...

Thinking of this, Villallen gritted his teeth. He didn't want to believe that he spent 15 million to get such an end.

He trembled and pressed the veteran's phone number, and there was still an empty "beep, beep" sound inside.
Chapter completed!