"I had known he'd react so strongly, I'd just Photoshop a few kissing photos. That kind of technology is easily accessible in the entertainment industry, available from whichever angle you desire. That way, I'd have his house and his son as well, ah, just thinking about it is wonderful." Joe Heath poured himself a glass of red wine, squinted his eyes, and took a leisurely sip.
"Anyway, now that the Cheney Family's stocks have plummeted like this, my elder brother can't afford to keep Little Jasmine anymore."
"Joe Heath, stop causing trouble!"
"What do you mean 'causing trouble'? You can't blame everything on me, right? My brother spitting blood is also my fault? It's clearly his own lack of competitiveness, pushing Jasmine to someone else. Damn it, pushing her to me is one thing, but to Mr. Carbon, how can I tolerate it?" Joe Heath snorted coldly.
He had only seen Mr. Carbon in photos, and he did look quite good.
But he looked good too!
