"8 PM," Jules mumbled, glancing at the wristwatch he donned, before dusting the red plastic chair.

Light flickered on his face as soon as he was about to sit down.

At first, he thought it was from the power supply until he glimpsed the paparazzi some meters away from him.

"What the hell?!"

Jules's eyes glinted.

He attempted to block the continuous flash of the light with his hand, but it was of no use.

They went on taking shots upon shots like he had ...