The Kiss that Sparked it All

Chapter 2811
“Yeah, who would’ve thought we’d get paparazzied... How could it possibly have anything to do with us? Dahlia’s still bawling her
eyes out over here. Maybe you should try cheering her up? I know, right? She comes back home all accomplished, and the
comment section just tears her to shreds. Oh, I see. But pulling the story now might look worse, you know? Those internet trolls
will be convinced it’s Dahlia’s own publicity stunt, and that could hurt her fan base in the long run. Mr. Harris, what if we just let
the story sit for a bit? People online have the attention span of a goldfish. Once some new gossip hits the fan, they’ll forget all
about that photo of you two.”
Sienna was painting Dahlia as the victim on the phone. Dahlia was quite pleased with the spin she was putting on things.
“That could work, but Mr. Harris, I’m still hoping you will think of Dahlia’s reputation. She’s just come back, her career’s really
taking off, and we can’t afford a hit to her image.”
Dahlia was clueless about the phone call until Sienna hung up, then she was all over her asking, “What did he say?”
“Mr. Harris said to leave it be – he’ll handle it. You don’t think Mr. Harris will figure out we’re the ones behind the whole pap thing,
do you?”
Dahlia bit her lip, worried Nolan might catch on, but she was pretty confident, saying, “I’ve already paid that paparazzo a hefty
sum, with another half a mil to come once it’s all over? That should cover his earnings for the year, right? He won’t spill so soon,
especially after the sob story you just sold. If he’s still hung up on our past dealings, he won’t su Relax, will you? I need some
space to breathe.”
Sienna had made her sound like a damsel in distress, but those online critics we looking down their noses at her.
Just thinking about it got Dahlia fired up. What did those nobodies know?
They had no appreciation for art. How dare they say she wasn’t the top up-and-comin dancer in the country?
Those other dancers they were hyping in the comments? She wouldn’t even give them t time of day. Back when they were all
competing, those armchair critics didn’t know the first thing about talent.
She had overcorne so many challenges to train abroad, learning the cutting-edge techniques, the most flawless moves. What did
those clowns know?

Nolan wasn’t buying Sienna’s story. Even though he said he felt bad for Dahlia, his suspicions were beyond his control. He went
straight to the source and tracked down that paparazzo.
With his team of top-notch lawyers, he didn’t need to get his hands dirty.
“What I want is for those photos to be pulled immediately, and don’t let that pap off the hook.”
He wasn’t a public figure, had no obligation to expose his private life, and this erossed the line once too often. Nolan had had
enough.
“Understood, Mr. Harris. The matter will be resolved within two hours, tops.”
Nolan’s legal team was swift and efficient, led by the sharp Emrys, who got hold of the paparazzo’s number in no time.
The pap nearly jumped out of his skin; he was basking in his growing follower count and his soaring online popularity.
Then out of the blue, a chilling voice came through his phone, “Is this Waller? Good, you’re involved in a rights violation against
my client, and I’m issuing a warning. If you don’t take down the photos you’ve been spreading online we’ll sue you for infringing
on Mr. Harris’s right to his likeness. I trust you’re not looking to break the law.”
Waller was smug, legs shaking with glee. He wouldn’t take down those photos, what could they do to him? Lawyers were all
about scare tactics, he thought.