Beside her, Camila Walker's complexion had already turned pale to the extreme, not a trace of color in it.
These photos...
Why would they appear in Nina Adams' hands?
She remembered, Clayton Howard had long since destroyed them all, so why would they reappear?
Holding the photos, Lewis Harrison slowly rose to his feet, with each photo he flipped through, the rage in his chest burned brighter!
He raised his line of sight, sweeping an icy gaze toward Nina Adams before him, as cold as the snowy weather, not a hint of warmth to it.
Startled by his frosty pupils, Nina Adams was taken aback.
Was he not trusting her?
She felt a sudden panic, as during her investigation into his and Camila Walker's past, she had inadvertently uncovered this stuff, and had finally managed to copy these photos—she certainly didn't want her efforts to crumble at this step!
"You, you think I fabricated these photos?" Nina Adams watched the man in disbelief, then glanced at Camila Walker beside her.
