Hannah looked at the obscene smile on Lloyd's face and his trademark rosacea, resisted the urge to vomit, and took out the indecent photo.
"Lloyd, I think I still can't promise you. You already have a beautiful mistress."
Lloyd looked at the photo with a shocked expression.
"How do you have this photo? When was it taken?"
"Miss Shelia gave this to me."
Hannah said calmly.
Lloyd was very upset. Could it be that Shelia asked someone to secretly photograph it? Indeed, only she can do it. Hannah's current financial conditions cannot afford to hire a private detective.
But why did Shelia give this photo to Hannah? This obviously doesn't make sense.
You don’t want Hannah to give up before the difficulties, do you?
He stretched out his hand to take away the photo, but Hannah dodged it.
Hannah put the photo back into her wallet, smiled and said to Lloyd,
"Lloyd, let's negotiate a deal."
"Are you trying to threaten me?"
The fat on Lloyd's face trembled with anger. He didn't expect that Hannah not only didn't want to be his mistress, but also wanted to threaten him with photos.
"No, I don't mean to threaten you. I won't go to Mrs. Wendell with the photo. I just want to make a deal with you."
Hannah said calmly.
Lloyd raised his eyebrows, sure that this was a threat. If he didn't cooperate, Hannah would send the photo to his wife.
"Hannah, you really disappoint me. After losing your job, did you even abandon your moral bottom line? Do you think a photo can make me compromise and let you return to the journalism industry? Haha, you are so naive."
Lloyd hates being threatened, and he wants to give Hannah some color.
"Do you really think that I became the editor-in-chief of the newspaper because of my Wendell relationship?
My uncle is Bill Harper, he is the editor-in-chief of Tumen Times. It is because of my relationship that your article was not signed.
So what if Wendell and I get divorced? I will still be the editor-in-chief of the Kosolk Evening News, and you will still have nothing and you will never be able to do journalism again. "
Hannah was slightly stunned. Locke, who was hiding in the room and eavesdropping, did not expect this.
Everyone was confused by Mrs. Wendell's money, because her family was so well off, so people in the newspaper took it for granted that Lloyd relied on his wife's relationship to get to the position, but they didn't expect that it was because Lloyd himself was related to The editor-in-chief of Tumen Times has connections.
This is also related to Lloyd's usual low profile. He doesn't like to show off that his uncle is a news tycoon.
Seeing Hannah's eyes gradually darkening, Lloyd smiled again,
"Hannah, be open-minded and compromise with me now. Kneel down and beg me to accept you. I will take your pity and let you be my humble mistress. Being a mistress is better than standing on the street, isn't it? "
"I don't want to be a street girl. I met Carla. She is now a street girl and she has contracted the disease. She is so miserable."
Hannah burst into tears as she seemed to recall the tragic Kara.
The corners of Lloyd's mouth rose again, "Yes, Kara was fired by me because she didn't agree to be my mistress, and ended up like this. Hannah, you are a smart woman, you don't want to follow in her footsteps, Right?"
"Kara said she would rather be a prostitute than your mistress, and you would never get her."
Hannah said through sobs.
Lloyd frowned, obviously irritated by these words.
"Lie, that bitch, I've already had her, more than once!"
"Did you force her to do it?"
Hannah asked smoothly.
"So what? I have to force you now."
Lloyd showed a ferocious expression and gradually approached Hannah.
Hannah keeps approaching the bedroom door. At the critical moment, Locke will appear and give Lloyd a head-on attack.
"Weina, did you force Weina to death?"
Hannah was acting like an innocent sheep, but Lloyd had a crazy look on his face and pounced on her.
She dodged in time, but her fluffy skirt was caught by Lloyd.
Lloyd said impatiently while tugging on Hannah's skirt,
"Weina, fragile and stupid Weina, she was raped by me once and chose to commit suicide by jumping off the building. You won't be as stupid as her, right? I promise you that I will give you a bright future, so you better not struggle. ”
When people are extremely emotionally excited, just like when they are drunk, they are more likely to tell the truth.
"You admitted that you killed Wei Na!"
"So what if I did it? Hannah, you will be mine soon, do you still want to report me?"
Lloyd admitted that he had killed Wei Na and wanted to assault Hannah on the spot. Sheriff George and Locke, who had been hiding in the room, rushed out together.
Locke kicked Lloyd in the butt, knocking him to the cold floor.
Sheriff George put one leg on Lloyd's waist and said with a serious expression to Lloyd, who had his face on the ground,
"Mr. Lloyd, you are suspected of murder and persecution of women. You have been arrested."
Lloyd never expected that there was a sheriff hiding here.
"I want to find a lawyer. You are threatening and forcing me. Everything I just said does not count!"
Lloyd howled.
Sheriff George looked at Hannah, who nervously handed George a photo.
That was a single photo of Shelia.
This photo was indeed found by Locke in the apartment where Shelia lived. To be precise, it was a photo that was removed from her bedside table, just in case of emergency.
George was sure there was nothing threatening about such a photo.
"I just witnessed with my own eyes that you are about to commit violence on a lady. There is no threat at all."
"Asshole! You have colluded! You are a group. I want to sue you and find a lawyer!"
"Sorry, even a lawyer can't prove your innocence because you have violated the laws of the Tumen Kingdom."
Sheriff George arrested Lloyd, and Lloyd saw George's face clearly.
"It's you, Valeria's husband."
"Yes, Editor-in-Chief Lloyd, I didn't expect your character to be so bad. It makes me worry about my wife's safety."
Lloyd didn't mention the fact that he had also harassed Valeria, and he couldn't afford to anger the Sheriff now, because it would mean he would shed a layer of skin if he went in.
"I want a lawyer! I want a lawyer! A lawyer!"
Lloyd roared and was carried out of the apartment by the tall and mighty Sheriff George, attracting many onlookers from the West Side along the way.
After sending George and Lloyd away, Hannah straightened her messy long brown hair, raised the corners of her mouth, and showed a proud smile.
"How's it going, Locke? Do I have a flair for drama?"
