Chapter 515 Paparazzi

She laughed so hard her stomach started to hurt.

“Tilda, I know now. It was Kyla who framed you during that trending scandal back then!”

Wade spoke up, still kneeling on the ground. His face was full of guilt as he looked at Tilda. “They are only here because of me. The one who really wronged you was me! It’s me! I didn’t believe you back then. I sided with Kyla and did all those unforgivable things that hurt you. All the blame falls on me!”

“Oh, so you finally figured it out, huh? I thought you idiots would stay in the dark for the rest of your lives,” Tilda sneered. “At least you’re a little less brain-dead now. But I suggest you all go get your heads checked. Do a CT scan or an X-ray, just in case. Don’t say I didn’t warn you when your brains rot and you all end up drooling and screaming in the streets.”

Faced with her scorn, the Jensons had no choice but to take it in silence.

Even Santiago swallowed his pride and stayed quiet despite the harsh words.

They knew very well this was their fault.

If they had not been so blindly biased toward Kyla, if they had not been so stupid, things would not have come to this point.

Every bit of this was their own doing.

No matter how much fury Tilda poured onto them, it was something they had to accept.

Staying out here tonight meant they were already throwing away their pride and dignity, hoping–begging–for her forgiveness.

But when Tilda saw them silent and stiff like statues, she only thought they were truly insane.

Or maybe…

Did they think they could earn her “forgiveness” this way, just to ease their own guilt?

Ha!

Did they really think her death in her previous life was for nothing?

Years of silent treatment, torment, lies, and slander.

Over and over, she went from a flicker of hope to crushing despair.

And in the end, she was burned alive, her bones turning to ash–a fate worse than death.

In this life? No matter what the Jensons did, forgiveness was impossible.

Whether they regretted it or not made no difference. Her ending for them would never change.

She glanced at the time.

It was late, it was freezing, and she had no interest in wasting another second on these people.

Wouldn’t it be better to go back to her warm apartment and spend time with her friends?

So Tilda turned her back and walked away.

Watching her leave, Dominic opened his mouth, wanting to speak.

Yet, in the end, he swallowed the words.

At this point, what right did they have to speak to her?

All they would earn back was more hatred and more mockery.

Staying here begging was their only choice, their only pitiful attempt at redemption.

Seeing Dominic’s silence, the rest also stayed quiet.

Just then, a few paparazzi sneaked closer.

“Boss, do you really believe that so-called tip? In this weather? After the rain? It’s freezing out here, and it’s already midnight. I was about to crawl into bed with my girlfriend when your call came. Now she thinks I’m cheating on her!”

“Shut your mouths! If this tip’s real, and you keep whining later about me not bringing you fortune, you’ve only yourselves to blame!”

“Hell, it’s almost the holidays. Who wouldn’t rather be home with family?”

When he first got the call, even the leading paparazzi, Bill Bison, did not believe it.

He even thought it was a prank call.

The seven sons of the Jenson family were on their knees outside some random apartment?

What a joke.

Might as well tell him the sun will rise in the west tomorrow.

But the caller had revealed everything about him–his secrets, even his dirty bribes.

He could not risk ignoring it. So, he had no choice but to check out this absurd lead.

And then…

“Boss, look! Over there! Aren’t those really seven people?”

Everyone fell silent.

They turned, and sure enough–seven figures were on their knees in the rain, in front of a quiet apartment.

The sight was chilling on such a dark and cold night, like a scene out of a horror movie.

Bill’s breathing turned rapid.

“Get the gear ready! Focus! Take those photos. This time, we might actually hit the jackpot!”

“Yes, sir!”

Meanwhile, the seven Jenson brothers had no idea that Tilda had set them up.

They stayed for three whole hours before finally rising, dragging their nearly numb legs as they left in silence.

Only then did the paparazzi dare show themselves, giddy with excitement.

They could already see the money rolling in.

At that moment, Bill’s phone rang.