The person next to him unexpectedly sat down directly opposite him.
"Isn't this..."
The paparazzo immediately lifted his head, ready to drive the person in front of him away, but his gaze met a pair of smiling eyes.
Instantly, all of the paparazzo's words got stuck in his throat, and he even leaned back quite a bit.
"Who are you!"
The paparazzo spoke dryly, obviously recognizing Charlotte Thompson, but the suddenness made him speak nonsense.
"You don't recognize me?"
Charlotte curiously looked at the paparazzo and then slowly lowered her gaze.
Earlier, when the paparazzo saw her, he was so flustered that the laptop in front of him tilted, allowing Charlotte to see the content on the screen.
"Why do I find the person in this video somewhat familiar?"
"Charlotte Thompson, how did you find me?"
The paparazzo looked at Charlotte cautiously, first searching around, fearing there were people ready to catch him.
