One Birth Two Treasures: The Billionaire’s Sweet Love

Inside the changing room, Yun Shishi was alerted by the argument outside the door. She quickly put on the gown and rushed out, only to be caught off-guard by the confrontation happening before her.

"You… why are you here?"

She was befuddled by the sight of the man inside the VIP suite.

This room was meant for the ladies under Louis Vuitton's banner. How could he barge in like this with no qualms?

Her gaze then fell on the woman he was restraining in his hand. She found the face to be familiar after taking a closer look.

She mulled for a while before recalling, Isn't this Lin Zhi's assistant? Why is she here?

Just as she was puzzling over this, the girl in question started to struggle vigorously. "You… Let go of my hand! What do you think you're doing?!"

Although Xiao Ling found the man to be good-looking… why did he refuse to let go of her hand for no reason?

She was grumbling inwardly.

More importantly, she was feeling very guilty now and wanted to escape as soon as possible.

"Hand over your phone!"

Looking gloomy, he pulled her by the wrist as he shot her a furious gaze.

He was not the kind who would get rough with women, but this did not mean that he would tolerate wrongdoings.

The desperate young girl broke out in a cold sweat.

By then, Qin Zhou had finished with his call and stepped in as well. He heard the commotion inside the changing room of the VIP suite and cautiously knocked on the door to investigate, but upon hearing a man's voice, he turned vigilant and decided to enter the room despite being unsure of the situation.

He saw the chaotic scene of a grim-looking Mu Yazhe gripping Lin Zhi's assistant's wrist tightly.

"This is Shishi's changing room; why are you here?!"

The assistant sipped her lips, looking innocent. "I… I went to the wrong door! I didn't do it on purpose; you don't have to be so aggressive!"

Her innocent look only made the man scoff.

"You took photos of her secretly!" he revealed brashly.

It took Yun Shishi a while to respond upon hearing that, and indeed, she recalled seeing a phone in this young woman's hand. The moment she realized the possible images this assistant might have taken of her inside the changing room, she shuddered in fear.

Did… Did she take pictures of me secretly?!

The thought of that infuriated her tremendously. She pressed in on the girl and demanded to know. "Just then, did you take pictures of me changing my clothes?"

Once her manager heard that, he caught on. His expression then transformed from meekness to cutting.

"Did you secretly take pictures of Shishi when she's changing clothes?!"

"No, I didn't!" She kept defending herself. "You must be joking; I was simply holding my phone, yet you're accusing me of taking indecent photos in secret?!"

"I saw it."

Once the man spouted the three words, the artist knew that this was the truth. After all, why would this magnate accuse a nobody of committing an offense unless it was the truth? While the girl was distracted, she went up and snatched the phone.

"Ahh—my phone! Give it back to me…"

The assistant was extremely nervous now.

She ignored her completely and swiped the screen with cold, pursed lips.

The phone, an iPhone 7plus, was new and was likely to have just been purchased a few days ago; hence, it was not password-coded yet. She flipped to the picture gallery and found the said photos lying inside as solid evidence!

There were dozens of photos or so. She was unsure when these were taken exactly but saw that the angle came from the top of her head. In the pictures, she was seen putting on the nipple tape; her half-naked figure was exposed vividly and sharply in the images.