Charles Harrington was unhappy, but not a trace of it showed on his face.
Because Anna Jadwin's face throughout the process was as expressionless as a dead person's, only when Sanna appeared and talked to her would she show any expression, smile, speak, and become lively.
Charles Harrington unfastened his restrictive tie, sat on the leather car seat, and pressed the intercom, "Send the photos over."
"Young Master—The photographer's car behind us had an accident."
"What did you say?"
"Just now, when crossing the traffic light, two cars ran the red light and hit that car. The people from the other cars were unreasonable; they got out and started beating up the driver and two photographers. A fight broke out!"
"..." Charles frowned, "Handle this minor matter well, I want the photos!"
He was eager to see his and Anna Jadwin's photo together.
"Young Master..." the butler had a mournful look, "During the fight, they smashed all the photographic equipment!"