my sister is a supermodel

"What picture?"

Ms. Della wondered.

The old butler's face darkened, "Ms. Kerber, this is what you just said, exchange the video tape for the rest of the photos, private photos of Mr. Crowley"

"Mr. Crawley's?"

Ms. Della smiled slyly, "Take a closer look at the photo, is the person on it Crowley?"

"what?"

The old butler was stunned.

Suddenly someone yelled angrily upstairs, "Old Jim, hurry up and get the video back, damn it, the person in the photo is not me, we were fooled"

The old butler was dumbfounded, and opened his mouth to call someone.

"To shut up!"

Rocca started immediately, he held the old butler hostage and said, "Old Jim, we are leaving, please give me a gift."

“Quite smart”

Ms. Della smiled, turned and walked out.

Roca held old Jim between his arms, and followed behind.

"stop!"

A middle-aged man led someone to catch up.

Bang bang!

Vido and Vanessa came to meet him and fired a shot into the sky.

"Damn it, you are robbers!"

The middle-aged man shouted loudly.

"So what?"

Ms. Della snorted, turned and stepped into the car.

Boom!

The car started slowly.

Rocca breathed a sigh of relief, "Della, how can fake photos fool Crowley?"

Ms. Della smiled slightly, and said disdainfully, "Crowley pays most attention to appearance and identity. Once he finds out that his privacy is exposed, he will definitely be in a state of confusion. How can he pay attention to who is in the photo? We just need to find a similar actor in advance Put on makeup, pose for a photo, make the lens blurry, don’t worry that he won’t be fooled”

"Is this one of your trump cards?"

Roca looked at the video tape and asked.

"NO~"

Della smiled softly, "This is just for making money"

"make money?"

"Professor! Balmy's car is catching up!"

Vido reminded in front.

"Get rid of them!"

"Yes!"

120. Photo cheating

"Boss, Ms. Kerber took a videotape from the estate"

In a manor in Bordeaux, Hubert Balme frowned when he received a call.

"What tape?"

"According to the people in the manor, it's a video from the scene of the reception that night"

"The video of the night? The video of the night? Fuck~, damn Crowley, damn fag"

Hubert was furious, he was an insider, he should know who Crowley is, an old glass who likes art photography.

"Arstan Crowley, did you bring Della the tape from that party?"

He immediately called Crowley.

"Sorry Hubert"

On the other end of the phone, Mr. Crawley said angrily, "I was scammed by Della, I was scammed by that stinky woman who took my videotape with a fake photo..."

madness!

Hubert cursed secretly, and asked holding back his breath, "Arstan, is there a scene of Raul's attack in that video?"

"It seems to have!"

"Damn bastard, why didn't you tell me such an important thing, why did you give it to Della, don't you know what they want? They want me ruined, and even you, you goddamn stupid fag, do you understand?!"

Hubert cursed into the phone.

"Hubert, please be respectful"

Mr. Crowley said dissatisfiedly on the other end of the phone, "The videotape is mine. I can give it to anyone I want. Why should I tell you that Raul is your son, not mine. I can't give birth to Raul. such a son"

Beep~ Crowley hung up the phone.

"Damn things!"

Hubert dropped his phone angrily. He rubbed his bald forehead vigorously, "Camille, call Marcel and ask him to get the video back at all costs. You can use a gun."

"understand!"

The assistant made a phone call.

Hubert turned around twice with his arms folded, his eyes fixed on the phone.

jingle bell~