Chapter 496

Chapter 496:
Before he could react, Jayceon’s phone started buzzing.
He glanced down to see an unfamiliar number lighting up his screen. His brother’s warnings before he left home earlier that night echoed in his mind. He took a steadying breath and picked up. “Yeah? Who is this?” he asked, keeping his tone casual.
A brisk, businesslike voice answered, “Mr. Elliott, we’re with the press. We have exclusive footage that might interest you—if you’re willing to make an offer.” Jayceon immediately pieced it together, remembering his brother’s instructions. “What kind of footage are we talking about?” he pressed, keeping his voice steady.
“It’s a video of Mr. Myron Elliott and Millie out together. A full-on date,” the caller said, not bothering to beat around the bush.
Jayceon let out a dry laugh. “Oh, that? Myron told me not to do anything, so honestly, do whatever you want.” The source of thɪs content is ~net
He ended the call without a second thought, then turned his attention back to the cat, replaying the video and trying to teach it the new trick. With his other hand, he casually scrolled through trending entertainment news on a second phone, a smirk tugging at his lips. He could already picture the fallout and couldn’t resist muttering, “Brandon’s going to completely lose his mind over this.”
The two paparazzi exchanged uneasy looks.
“So… what now?” one of them ventured, uncertainty in his voice.
“He said it’s Myron’s call, right? Myron probably saw this coming,” the other replied with a shrug. They hesitated for only a moment longer before grinning. “Screw it! Since we can’t cash it, let’s post the footage online. This explosive news comes from us, and it’s still something.”
“Agreed!”
“Just sit tight and take notes. I’ll show you how it’s done,” the other replied with a cocky grin.
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Meanwhile, as online speculation reached a fever pitch, a fresh video burst onto the scene.
The clip showed a couple goofing around on the beach—waves lapping at their feet, the woman launching playful splashes at the man, who never once lost his easygoing smile.
Rather than retaliate, he simply gripped her heels and flicked water at her in gentle, harmless arcs, more teasing than truly trying to get her wet.
Anyone could see he was too smitten to ever actually drench her, his every move full of affection and restraint.
But to the viewers’ dismay, the camera work was maddeningly sly. Every angle managed to keep the woman’s face hidden, her features always shielded as she darted away from the spray—leaving the public desperate for answers.
“These paparazzi are trolling us on purpose! Just give us a shot of her face already!”
“I’m losing my mind here! Where’s the uncut footage with her face? Don’t leave us hanging!”
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