"I… Mr. Hilton! I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to!"
"I just happened to find out, so… so I…"
Lucas glanced at the man in front of him, dressed in black, wearing a baseball cap, looking like he was nearly forty. Was he really still out there working as a paparazzo?
He let out a cold laugh, then suddenly kicked his polished leather shoe, sending the man crashing to the ground.
The shiny tip of his shoe pressed against the man's chest. "I'll give you one minute to think it over. If you name the person behind this, maybe I'll let you off the hook. If you choose to be stubborn, I can send you somewhere else to spend the rest of your life. Don't worry, you won't see tomorrow's sun."
"Mr. Hilton, it's not what you think! I swear, no one's behind this. I'm just curious, and I'm leaving this line of work soon. I wanted to get some juicy footage, so I had no choice but to sneak in and take pictures of you."
