Invincible Heir novel Chapter 144

"You think you can escape?"

That photographer just ran a few steps, and a familiar face appeared in front of him.

His face changed completely, and he turned around then looked behind him subconsciously.

He finally could confirm that this man was really Baron, who was exactly the man he had been following just to take a sneak shot this whole afternoon.

"Are you an idiot? Why are you blocking my way?"

The photographer sounded guilty, but pretended to be calm and tried to leave.

"Stop pretending, you have been secretly taking pictures of us this whole afternoon, give me the camera!" Baron demanded.

"You are not a celebrity, why would I want to take a sneak picture of you?" the photographer angered.

Baron sneered, "Since you won't give me that, then I will take it myself!"

When the voice fell, Baron stretched out his hand, tried to grab his camera.

"Hey, are you a burglar?"

The photographer was pissed off and he dodged quickly.

It was not hard for Baron to get what he wanted. He took the camera without hassle.

"Boy, return the camera back to me, or I will call the police!" the photographer threatened Baron.

Baron ignored him, picked up the camera and started pressing random buttons. The photographer wanted to take it back, but he could never get it.

Soon, Baron saw the photos in the camera. There were nearly a hundred photos, all of which were pictures of him and Yuri in the playground.

This guy should be a professional photographer. The angles of the sneak shots are very clever. Every picture looks like Baron and Yuri were very close. They look like a couple in every way.

"Give me back my camera now!"

The photographer roared, he did a great job taking those photos of Baron and Yuri. But if Baron found out, it would be over.

He didn’t expect that Baron actually found those photos, also looked through it from the beginning till the end.

Baron's eyes gradually cooled, and his sharp eyes landed on the photographer. When he met Baron's eyes, he trembled suddenly, and his back was instantly soaked with cold sweat.

"You … what do you want?"

The photographer stepped back and looked at Baron as he was terrified.

"Tell me, who made you do this?" Baron interrogated him coldly.

"What are you talking about? I don't know what you mean!" The photographer pretended to be confused.

Baron glanced at him coldly, and then took out the memory card.

"What are you doing? Give me back my camera!"

He watched Baron pull out the memory card, the photographer knew that he had been exposed and hurriedly stepped forward to snatch it.

Boom.

Baron smashed the valuable SLR camera heavily on the ground. With his power, the camera was completely smashed. All parts of the camera fell apart, it seemed like there was no way to repair it.

And the memory card was crushed into pieces by him, and left in the dustbin.

"You … you destroyed my camera! I am going to kill you!"

The photographer looked at his camera, was instantly dazzled by anger, and rushed towards Baron.

Boom.

Baron kicked the photographer, he flew away several meters before falling to the ground and started wailing.

"Tell me know, who sent you here? Otherwise, you won’t have any chance to take pictures anymore."

Baron walked over and stepped on the photographer's hand. As long as he exerted force, those bones of his hand and fingers could be broken.

The photographer felt the pressure gradually coming from the back of his hand, he got pressured then hurriedly shouted, "Someone found my studio and hired me for 10,000 dollars to take secret pictures of you and your girlfriend. But I don’t know who that is."

The photographer was really scared. He needed his hands to take pictures for his job. He couldn’t afford to lose his hands at all.

Baron asked again, "Where is your studio? When did that person request you to take pictures of us?"

"At 500 Maroon Street, Jazzle Photography, just two hours ago, a middle-aged man found me and asked me to come to Cona Funderland for shooting immediately." The photographer said quickly and sounded honest.

Only then did Baron let go of his foot and shouted, "Get out!"

The photographer got Baron’s forgiveness, and he crawled then ran away.

Baron took out his mobile phone and made a call, "Two hours ago, 500 Maroon Street, Jazzle Photography, a middle-aged man had been there. Help me check who is this person?"