When Love Breaks Novel Josephine And Zayne

Chapter 207

Josephine had no choice but to explain, "Zayn doesn't want a divorce. These photos would be pointless. Cheating is one thing, but actively going after me? That's another level. He hasn't sunk that low yet."

Ethan's gaze darkened for a fraction of a second, as he hadn't expected her to trust Zayn that much. The thought sent a cold chill through him, but he didn't comment on it. Instead, he turned his icy stare onto the paparazzo. "So, who sent you?"

The paparazzo's expression twisted, but he clenched his jaw stubbornly, clearly intent on taking this secret to the grave. Ethan let out a mirthless chuckle, and without warning, he reached into the guy's pocket and pulled out a black leather wallet.

The paparazzo panicked and lunged to grab it back, but the moment his eyes met Ethan's—a look filled with pure, silent danger-he hastily shrank back.

Ethan casually emptied the wallet onto the ground. An ID card, some credit cards, and a photograph were scattered at his feet. He bent down and picked up the picture. It was of a little girl, no older than five or six, and her features bore a strong resemblance to the man in front of him.

"Is this your daughter? You carry her picture around. That means you're a good father. I wonder... Does she know what you do for a living?"

eyes widened in fear.

the ID and the little girl's picture. "I'm just curious," he mused. "If she finds out her dad is a paparazzo, would she support you,

but before he could get close, Ethan

into this! I'm warning you-we live in a society where this

you seriously talking to me about the law when you're the one violating our privacy?" Ethan sneered. "Relax, I won't hurt your daughter. I'll

bullied because of it, that's not my problem. After all, you'd have no one to blame but yourself. It wouldn't be me who ruined her childhood;

a chill run down her spine after hearing that. They always said the gentlest people were the scariest when angered,

mild-mannered, but he was now downright terrifying. He was literally using a five-year-old to get what

moral police at that moment. So, she kept quiet, her gaze locked onto the paparazzo, waiting for

after a long while, he gritted his teeth

"Oh? And why's that?"