Chapter 208 Paparazzi Sneaking Around


    Tracy quietly closed the bedroom door and told the maid to call her immediately if Franklin woke up. Then she left the house.


    Trina had called earlier, saying she wanted to speak with her privately.


    Because of Patricia, Tracy often kept in touch with Trina privately, and over time, they became friends.


    It had to be something important for her to suddenly call and ask for a one-on-one meeting.


    Sure enough, after they sat down, Trina took a small USB drive from her bag and handed it over.


    Seeing Tracy’s puzzled look, Trina exined, “When my mom first started using electronic devices for teaching, she wasn’t used to them. She often misced files, so I make it a habit to organize and back up her devices once a month.


    “This USB drive contains proof that your painting, The Disheartened Peacock, is original and not giarized.”


    Tracy was surprised.


    It had been so long, and too much had happened in between. She had already stopped caring about it.


    She had thought that after Phoebe resigned from the school, Trina would let it go as well. She never expected her to bring this up now.


    Noticing Tracy’s gaze, Trina cleared her throat softly. “Honestly, I wasn’t nning on giving this to you because I didn’t want to invite trouble for myself. But I just can’t stand the thought of you carrying a stain like this on your name.”


    Her mother was an artist, so she understood what it meant for someone in this industry to bebeled a giárist.


    Thanks to Patricia, she’d spent enough time with Tracy to know she didn’t deserve such a reputation. At that moment, she could almost understand why her mother had been so determined all these years to clear Tracy’s name.


    Although Tracy truly no longer cared about it, she did not turn down Trina’s goodwill. She took the USB and thanked her sincerely.


    Franklin’s naps neversted too long, so she didn’t linger with Trina and soon returned to the Jackman Vi.


    But the moment she entered the neighborhood, she saw several figures sneaking around.


    Ever since the scandal broke out, paparazzi have often lingered around the area.


    But because the Jackmans had given strict instructions and security at the vi estate was tight, they had never managed to sneak inside.


    However, the vi’s gates stood wide open. The paparazzi were hovering nearby, looking ready to rush in at any second.


    A wave of unease hit Tracy, and she hurried out of her car.


    “What are you doing?”


    Quick as lightning, Tracy grabbed one paparazzo trying to sneak in, holding her ground at the keeping a sharp eye on the others with cameras.


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    They hadn’t expected her to appear so suddenly. They froze for a brief moment, feeling guilty, before quickly raising their cameras. “You’re the Jackmans’ fake daughter, right? Are those photos real?”


    “Do you and Mr. Franklin really have an improper rtionship?”


    “Now that your identity has been exposed, why haven’t you left the Jackmans? Is it because you can’t bear to give up wealth and luxury?”


    “Did you seduce Mr. Franklin first?”


    They spoke under the guise of “seeking the truth,” spitting out disgusting, twisted questions. They shoved their cameras in her face, desperate to capture every unttering expression she made.


    Tracy’s face darkened as her furious gaze swept over each one of them.


    She didn’t have the time or energy to think about how they had gotten in-or why there was so muchmotion and no sign of the maids or security reacting.


    Right now, she could only make sure none of them entered.


    If they got inside, there would be no way to hide this from Franklin.


    But she was only one person, and there were too many of them.


    As they grew more aggressive, her gaze sharpened. She suddenly snatched the nearest camera and smashed it hard on the ground. Then she raised her hand and pped its owner across the face.


    Smack!


    The loud p echoed like it hit every one of them, and it stunned them all into silence.


    The paparazzo she’d hit stood frozen before finally gaping at her in shock. “How dare you hit me?”


    “I’ve already hit you. Go ahead, call the police!” Tracy’s eyes were icy. “Better yet, let them investigate how you got into this neighborhood. Trespassing on private property is a crime. Everything you just filmed ca be used as evidence against you.”


    Her words did make them hesitate.


    They were used to skirting thew, but none of them actually wanted to be arrested or caught up in awsuit.


    Still, the one she pped wasn’t willing to back down. “We followed the people in front of us. The security guard saw us and didn’t stop us. How is that trespassing?”


    The others quickly chimed in. “Yeah, Ms. Jackman opened the front gate for us. She had even invited others inside. So, why can’t we go inside?”


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    “Maybe she left the gate open on purpose so we could enter. That’s not trespassing.”


    Tracy’s expression changed.


    Erin opened the gate and let them in?