For a long time, he finally lifted his head, his expression gloomy.
"The other party is also a master. I can't instantly track the email's origin, but I can confirm that the photos in Amelia Lawrence's email were not uploaded by herself. She should be telling the truth."
With Chad Yakov's words, Harrison Yale's facial expression became even more unpleasant.
It's just a set of photos, repeatedly used for making articles. If they are always in a hurry to find out the truth, they are just being led by the nose.
But if they don't investigate, such photos, no matter when someone sees them, would be a fatal blow to Emma Aiden's reputation.
"Brother, just looking at these photos, the scale isn't large. It only shows that the person was taken away, and someone wanted to get hands-on, but maybe nothing actually happened. Have you asked Emma?"
Chad Yakov flipped through the photos in the email one by one and suddenly noticed that Emma Aiden was always unconscious in the photos.
