My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins novel Chapter 770

He looked like he could solve the problem as long as he made a move and kill Marchese in an instant, which made Ernest happy.

He patted her head and ordered

"Help me!"

Do what?

Florence was confused. She saw that Ernest let go of her, walked to the table behind her and put the two computers on it in order.

One was his, and the other was hers.

Florence sat down in front of a computer and slid the mouse, noticing a separate folder on the screen.

Subconsciously, she thought that was it.

"Open it."

Ernest said slowly. At the same time, he turned on his computer, on which there was the same folder on the desktop.

With permission, Florence immediately opened the folder.

The folder was divided into three folders, two of which were pure pictures and one seemed to be information.

One of the two folders was encrypted.

Confused, Florence heard Ernest say

"Use the encrypted file to make the pictures in it into posts and news, and post them all online."

Florence was surprised. What kind of photos were these? Why did they need to be posted all over the Internet?

Was it a super gossip?

Florence became more interested. She quickly opened the folder without any password and saw a pile of pictures inside.

And the content of the picture made her mouth shut in surprise.

She blurted out unconsciously, "you beast!"

The protagonists in those pictures were all Stanley, who had been taken under all kinds of circumstances. And in each photo, there was a different woman who was intimately staying with him.

Some were hugs, some were kisses, some were touching the size of their clothes, and some were pictures of them entering the hotel together.

Each of them was extremely intimate.

There were hundreds of pictures.

That meant there were more than a few hundred women of Stanley.

Looking at the shocked look on Florence's face, Ernest put her arm on her shoulder and pulled her towards herself.

She teased him with a smile, "do you think your man is very good? Faithful and affectionate?"

He only cared about her.

Compared with such a scumbag like Stanley, she was like a heaven and a earth.

Florence turned around and kissed Ernest on the cheek. "You're the best."

Ernest had never been so childish before. Now he seemed to be stimulated by an idiot, showing his excellence in every aspect.

Florence was very smooth, and it was easy for her to cooperate with the performance in minutes.

As expected, Ernest felt much better.

Florence looked at the photos again. After making sure that they were all true, she asked curiously

"Where did you find these photos?"

The time and place of the photos were almost different, and hundreds of them had been collected for several years.

It was the first time for Ernest to come here. Even if he had someone arrange it, he couldn't take the photos of several years ago. These photos could only be saved.