At the sight of the person who was currently standing at the door alongside two black-suited bodyguards behind him—who were both holding video cameras—Desmond Zabka immediately slid on his clothes again.

From what Desmond could tell, the two bodyguards seemed even more professional than the d*mned photographers in his crew. After all, he hadn’t heard any footsteps. Hell, he didn’t even hear the door being opened!

‘I’m done for! They’ve definitely captured everything I’ve done earlier on tape! If that footage gets spread around then Felicity’s behind-the-scenes boss will definitely break all my limbs off!’

Zabka hadn’t been afraid of doing his own recording since he knew he could always manipulate it enough to make the assailant seem like it wasn’t him. If things had gone according to plan, he could’ve even used it to threaten Felicity!

“How long do you plan on filming, you b*stard?! You got a death wish or something?! Who do you work for?!” scowled Desmond as he immediately tri