Chapter 207

Josephine had no choice but to explain, "Zayn doesn't want a divorce. These photos would be pointless. Cheating is one thing, but actively going after me? That's another level. He hasn't sunk that low yet." Ethan's gaze darkened for a fraction of a second, as he hadn't expected her to trust Zayn that much. The thought sent a cold chill through him, but he didn't comment on it. Instead, he turned his icy stare onto the paparazzo. "So, who sent you?" The paparazzo's expression twisted, but he clenched his jaw stubbornly, clearly intent on taking this secret to the grave. Ethan let out a mirthless chuckle, and without warning, he reached into the guy's pocket and pulled out a black leather wallet. The paparazzo panicked and lunged to grab it back, but the moment his eyes met Ethan's—a look filled with pure, silent danger—he hastily shrank back. Ethan casually emptied the wallet onto the ground. An ID card, some credit cards, and a photograph were scattered at his feet. He bent down