Chapter 122 Zachary Looks Like Avery

“Help! Help me!” she shrieked at the sight of the slowly growing bloodstain. Dylan was already dressed in a neatly pressed suit that his assistant had brought him and was calling someone with a cigar in his mouth. With a fox-like smile, he said, “I hope you can forgive me, dear cousin. I owed her brother a favor in jail and I didn't have anything else to repay him with. What do you know? His sister turns out to be a paparazzi.”