Chapter 1189
No.1
She remained frozen in her seat, studying him cautiously.
"Nathaniel," she said, her voice laced with warning. "You know I'm not ready for them to find out yet."
His gaze remained steady and unyielding.
"Trust me," he insisted, his tone firm yet reassuring.
Hesitation flickered across her features before she finally relented.
She stepped out of the vehicle, deciding to take the leap of faith.
His calm demeanor provided a strange sense of security.
He had asked for her trust, and she would give him that chance.
She wondered how he would handle the situation with the paparazzi reportedly swarming the area.
No.2
The hidden photographers gaped in disbelief at the sight before them.
They had received tips about Isabella Montgomery arriving at Southern Cemetery with Nathaniel Blackwood.
Yet they had dismissed it as false information until this moment.
The reality left them stunned.
Nathaniel Blackwood was indeed involved with Isabella Montgomery!
Their interactions suggested deep affection between them.
Cameras immediately began clicking from various angles.
Some photographers shot from the sides, others from behind.
A few bold ones even captured frontal shots despite the risk.
No.3
The sweltering heat became irrelevant in their excitement.
Isabella walked beside Nathaniel toward the cemetery entrance.
Oliver trailed slightly behind them on his short legs.
His large, observant eyes scanned their surroundings carefully.
After a moment, he spoke softly. "Daddy, eleven o'clock. Nine paparazzi behind the bushes. That's most of them."
Nathaniel showed no reaction to this information.
Instead, he took Isabella's hand and placed it firmly on his arm.
She lowered her voice. "Nathaniel, what are you doing?"
This posture clearly signaled their relationship status.
No.4
He offered no explanation as he guided her toward the eleven o'clock direction.
The paparazzi could hardly believe their luck.
This close-range shot with her hand on his arm was headline gold.
These photos could fuel gossip columns for months.
They snapped away furiously, caught up in their excitement.
Nathaniel suddenly stopped directly before the concealed bushes.
His expression turned icy as he stood with Isabella beside him.
"You have one minute to surrender your memory cards," he stated coldly. "Otherwise, I'll take them myself."
His authoritative voice carried undeniable weight.
No.5
The atmosphere grew thick with tension.
The hidden photographers trembled with sudden fear.
Nathaniel Blackwood had discovered them—he knew exactly where they were.
But surrendering their memory cards? After hiding all day for these exclusive shots?
The thought was unbearable.
Nathaniel raised his wrist, checking his watch with clouded, dominant eyes.
He spoke to Dominic who stood behind them. "Clear them out."
"Yes, sir!" Dominic immediately pulled out his phone.
The photographers behind the bushes shook with terror.
No.6
Some actually wet their pants in fear.
'Clear them out'? What did that mean?
Were they going to be fed to sharks? Or perhaps wolves?
They had forgotten who they were dealing with—the king of Westchester.
No media outlet had ever successfully published details about his private life.
Trying to publish these photos was equivalent to declaring war against him.
And everyone knew what happened to those who opposed Nathaniel Blackwood.
Instantly, one photographer scrambled out and handed over his memory card.
“Mr. Blackwood, this was a terrible mistake! I swear it won’t happen again! Everything is on this SD card—take it! Please, just let me go!”
No.7
“Have mercy, Mr. Blackwood! Here’s my memory card—no, take the whole camera! It’s yours!”
“Me too! I didn’t see or capture anything, I promise! I’m leaving right now!”
Trembling, the paparazzi scrambled to pile their SD cards on the ground. Fear of being “taken care of” drove them to abandon their equipment and stumble backward in a panic.
Nathaniel watched their frantic retreat, his voice cold. “Did I say you could leave?”
He wasn’t letting them go.
Terror seized them. Some dropped to their knees, begging desperately.
“Please, Mr. Blackwood, I’ve learned my lesson! I have a family depending on me! Spare me!”
“I swear to heaven, I’ll never take another photo of you. I’ll quit this job today!”
“Me too! Take my eyes, beat me—do whatever you want! Just let me live… I don’t want to die!”