Qiao Ximin had not held back, and Mr. Liu did not see a need to continue his courteous front. He turned and sat down on the sofa across from Qiao Ximin.
"You worry too much, Miss Qiao. It was only me and my camera, and I caught these images by sheer chance. I had no idea you were at the hotel that night too. I just thought that it was rather unfair that all of the attention had been focused on you. This woman is a daughter of the Su family, and with these pictures you can divert some attention away from you."
"A daughter of the Su family?" Qiao Ximin scoffed. "She's just a bloodsucker the mistress brought with her."
"Ah, in that case, if Miss Qiao is not interested in the pictures, then I will..."
"Wait! I didn't say I wasn't interested. I want both the pictures and the recording, so name your price."
"You are as efficient as they say you are, Miss Qiao."