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 tried pouncing on them to snatch the cameras away.
However, all it took was a single kick from one of the bodyguards to send the man—who weighed over a hundred kilograms—flying back into the room and smashing against the dressing table!
After watching the mirror get shattered to pieces upon Zabka’s impact, Gerald then asked, “Are you two done shooting the video?”
“Yes, Mr. Crawford!” replied both the guards in unison.
“Then go make the preparations!”
After nodding and bowing slightly toward Gerald, both of them then hurriedly left the room.
As for Felicity, the second she realized that it was Gerald who had saved her, she was so excited that she almost burst into tears. Even though she couldn’t move, her mind was finally at ease now.
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