Chapter 370: Nefarious Audience

"Oooh… Would you look at that? It's not everyday you get the chance to see the Resort King without his bodyguards around. Looks like he wanted some alone time… With his former secretary, no less," the paparazzi spoke to no one in particular as his index finger constantly tapped the shutter click of his expensive camera with a long-range lens that should be illegal.

He was in his late thirties and knew nothing but to use his photography skills and sell photos to tabloids and journalists. Esmea was home to a lot of celebrities and wealthy people—a perfect money-making opportunity for people like him.