In My Desperate Time

Chapter 472: His Methods

There are around a dozen photos of me making out with Noah in the car.

His face can't be seen in any of them, but mine isn't that lucky. Even the pores on my face are clear as day.

They are all hard to watch.

Some capture him sitting on me and kissing my shoulders.

Some are about him fondling my boobs lewdly.

Most shockingly, there is actually a picture of me placing my head around his private parts.

Even though my back was facing the camera, anyone who is familiar with this kind of intimacy knows what I was doing.

But I'm sure I never did the most important part with him!

I only got into his car once. Does this mean it wasn't a dream?

Did he really drug me? Têxt belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

Moreover, did he do it for these photos? And is this why he was satisfied with just making out? What purpose can they serve?

I look slutty in every photo. If they get out, I would be in huge trouble.

I panic and call Noah.

"What exactly are you trying to do?"

In my opinion, Noah isn't after money. He is respected and in high status. My money is on revenge against me.

But I really don't want my guess to be true. It would sadden me if the person I had a crush on has become calculating.

Unfortunately, things don't go my way.

Noah's cold voice comes through the phone.

"What do you think? I gave you a chance to choose. I even begged you to be with me. But you treated my feelings for you like trash. The only one you care about is Frances. Do you think he is richer than me and can better satisfy you?"

Now I am certain Noah doesn't love me anymore. It is more like an obsession. He can't handle the fact that he can't have me. Therefore, he was driven to do such a crazy thing.

I take a deep breath, force myself to calm down, and say to him in a deep voice, "On what terms can you delete the photos?"

"Deleting the photos? Its pipedream and laughable! Let me tell you. I've sent them to all the major media. Very soon, you'll see what a slut you are on the news! Jane, you brought this to yourself. You can't blame me!"

With that, Noah hangs up the phone.

When I call him again, his phone is off.

What should I do?

What am I supposed to do now?

I am agitated and furious. Gripping my phone, I am out of my wits.

"Miss, we're here."

The driver reminds me in the front. When he looks at me, I can sense fear in his eyes.

I figure he is scared by my serious look.

After paying him, I get out of the car with Earl in my arms.

I enter my house and quickly go upstairs to call Frances.

I am sure Frances trusts me. After I explain it to him, he should be able to solve my problem.

The call quickly goes through. Perhaps because he is tired, his voice is tinged with displeasure.

"Frances, I have something to tell you."

"Okay," he replies softly.

"Do you remember three days ago we practiced shooting? Well, here is the thing. On my way to you, I couldn't get a taxi but bumped into Noah, so I got into his car. Who knows he actually drugged me and took a lot of photos of me making out with him in the car. I had no idea what I was doing then, but I am absolutely certain we didn't cross the line. However, that bastard has given the photos to the media. I hope you can make this go away and keep them private."

"I've already seen them."