Freya watched as the paparazzi ran further and further away, glaring at him in anger. "Sir, someone was taking photos without permission. Let me deal with this first, and then we can talk about how to properly compensate you, okay?"

She was extremely anxious.

If the paparazzi got away, tomorrow's news would be all over the place.

If she was exposed, it wouldn't be a big deal, but Black couldn't be exposed!

Following her gaze, Bradley saw a man holding a camera preparing to escape.

His quiet eyes turned slightly cold, then he let go of her and swiftly caught up to him.

The paparazzi, feeling satisfied with the pictures he had taken, was about to leave when a dark figure appeared in front of him, causing him to fall to the ground in fear.

"Hand over the film!"

A cold voice, devoid of any warmth, echoed, and it sent shivers down the paparazzi's spine.

He knew the man, Bradley.

This man is cold-blooded and dangerous.

But why is he with Reita?

Freya wiped a cold sweat and held the camera in his arms tightly.

For so many years, he has been secretly taking photos of Reita. Previously, he could only capture her back view as she hurried by.

But today, luck was on his side. He unexpectedly saw Reita and Master together.

He thought he could capture their scandal, especially after Master boldly proposed to Reita at the concert. It made people wonder if they had a scandalous relationship.

But he didn't expect that they would end up fighting backstage.

Reita's skills were amazing. She could take on five or six strong men without breaking a sweat.

Freya was worried about the camera being stolen, so he held onto it with all his strength.

Besides the photos of Rita fighting, he also vaguely captured a major revelation just now. When Rita was getting physical, her slightly protruding belly clearly indicated that she was pregnant. A female celebrity took the stage with a ball, and her profile even indicated that she was unmarried. This is clearly deceiving the fans! If this news were to be exposed, it would definitely cause a sensation in the whole city, and he would be able to make a fortune from it. "Don't make me say it a third time, hand over the film roll!" Bradley saw Freya not moving, apparently losing his patience, and bent down to try to grab the camera. Freya quickly dodged, nervously saying, "Even if you are Bradley, you can't just snatch things, the camera is mine." Heh... The man's eyes turned cold, not bothering to argue with him, raised his foot and kicked up, directly pulling out the camera. He opened it and took a look.

Inside were all scenes of Reita fighting with others, as well as a photo of a slightly bulging belly! Damn it! Bradley directly grabbed Freya's collar, coldly staring into his eyes, and said, "Forget what you just saw, you only saw Reita walk off the stage and took a few pictures of her back!" Freya's pupils quickly dilated. He began muttering to himself, "I didn't see anything..." Only then did Bradley throw him to the ground and walk towards Freya. Now, for him, it was about the matter of this little woman deceiving him. He wanted to see how she would explain it to him. At this moment, Freya was repairing him, also hypnotizing them. These people saw their own appearance, who knows if they let them go now, will they spread it everywhere!

"Get lost!" she said coldly.

She led a group of people, scrambling away from sight.

Behind them, a deep and magnetic voice could be heard, "I've got the film, Miss Rita, do you have time to discuss the repayment?"

The sexy, sultry voice sent shivers down Freya's spine.

"If you're interested, it's yours!"

Freya didn't want to get involved with him, knowing that she would eventually be exposed.

Although she had quickly changed her appearance with a simple mask, it wouldn't last long, so she needed to leave quickly and revert to her original look.

As for the film, as long as it didn't fall into the hands of the paparazzi, it was fine.

She turned and walked away, surprised that the man didn't stop her and instead moved aside to let her pass.

Summer blinked suspiciously.

"What tricks is this man playing again?"

But she was in a hurry to leave and didn't dwell on it too much.

Bradley watched her hurried steps and a smile played on his lips.

"Freya, I'll see where you can hide!"

...

Backstage, in the dressing room.

When Freya entered the room, she didn't see Ella nor find her own clothes.

She pulled out her phone to call Ella, but heard her phone ringing outside.

What's going on?

She walked towards the door, her hand falling on the handle and gently turning it open. Instantly, her face became extremely ugly! Ella stood at the doorway, with Bradley following behind. Freya was nervous to the point where her heart felt like it was going to jump out of her chest. She asked Ella with her eyes what was going on, but he just responded with a look of resignation. "Miss Rieta, we meet again!" Bradley lazily leaned against the wall, taking a cigarette out of his pocket, but instead of smoking it, he just sniffed it at the tip of his nose. That posture was absolutely alluring... irresistibly so! Freya could also see from Ella's eyes that something was amiss. Bradley suddenly appeared backstage, and now he was with Ella again; he might have already discovered her identity. So now that he was coming over, was he ready to catch her?

She clenched her fists tightly, nervousness causing cold sweat to form in the palms of her hands.

Upon closer inspection, the man's posture was seductive, but his eyes twinkled with a sinister smile, which made her suddenly feel uneasy.

After all, she had secretly come to the concert without telling him, and this man must be angry!

She lowered her gaze slightly, about to speak, but the man interrupted her directly.

"Ella, you go down first, Miss Rita and I need to have a deeper conversation!"

Ella nodded, looked at Freya and said, "Take care!"

These two words carried endless meaning.

Freya suddenly understood, the man clearly knew everything.

A deeper conversation.

What did he want to do?

She retreated nervously, but the man withdrew the cigarette and suddenly grabbed her wrist, "Where do you still want to escape to at this point, my dear..."

Freya trembled, he really knew everything!

So, it was just his way of playing cat and mouse backstage earlier!

She pursed her lips but said nothing.

They locked eyes like this, under the warm yellow light, the man's dark eyes flickered, with barely concealed anger.

Freya silently watched him, anxiously tapping her nails, not knowing how to explain this to him.

After all, it was her fault, she shouldn't have run off to perform at the concert without telling him.

Bradley saw her hanging her head like a guilty schoolgirl and furrowed his brow deeply.

He was supposed to be angry, after all, she was pregnant and still went ahead with this event. If something went wrong, then it would be...

But now, seeing the small woman looking so dejected, he suddenly felt a pang of guilt.

"I give you the chance to take off the mask yourself!" His low, icy tone carried a hint of anger, but it was not obvious.