The more we walked toward the corner, the more we could sense that someone was hiding there.
I gave Shannon a slight nod and then we stepped forward together at a faster speed.
Sure enough, a paparazzo was lying in ambush there.
I patted him on the shoulder. He looked at me with horror, and I smiled slightly. "So it's you. I caught you again."
"You again? We warned you yesterday, but you just don't listen, do you?"
Whatever was happening here quickly attracted everyone else.
Theo put his hands in his pockets, displeasure showing on his face, which made the man's expression pale even more.
"My God, there's a paparazzo here?!" Harriet's expression changed drastically. She sounded upset as she gave the paparazzo a condescending look.
With all these people present, this paparazzo could not afford to mess with anyone.
He could only hand over the camera obediently.
Frankly speaking, his sense of positioning was impeccable. The photos he took were well-lit, and the portraits were clear. All of them were 'intimate' scenes of Harriet and Theo.
"You're pretty good at capturing angles," I said while deleting the photos.
Shannon put her hands on his hips. "I let him go last night, yet he came again today without repentance. Let's call the police and have him detained for at least one day so that he can learn a lesson."
Hearing this, the man hurriedly pleaded. "Don't call the police, please. Miss Osborn, you’re the most considerate out of everyone. Don't call the police."
Everyone's eyes fell on Harriet when he pleaded with her. She panicked for a moment but quickly calmed herself. "Let's call the police. It's just a day of detention at most, anyway. It's nothing."
"Okay, I'll call the police, then."
Although he was a paparazzo, it was still reasonable to call in the police since he was stalking others and taking photos of them secretly without permission.
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