Chapter 475

"So, you're admitting you took that photo, right?" Nathan Fields’s hand paused as he toyed with the scalpel, sharp eyes locking straight onto Tristan Burch. Everyone else froze too, their gazes just as intense. Honestly, they’d all figured out the photo part ages ago. Asking again was just to corner him further, make him talk. And at this point, Tristan had run out of excuses. He couldn’t even keep his head up, let alone meet their eyes. After a long silence, he finally muttered, voice full of defeat, "Y-Yeah… I took the photo. But I swear, I didn’t mean any harm! She was just seriously pretty, so I… snapped a couple of pics, that’s all. Those videos and the other stuff? That wasn’t me—I swear! It’s those tech freaks in the group chat, messing around. I had nothing to do with it!” Well, he’d admitted it. Whether he was telling the full truth, only he knew. Tristan clung to one point—he wasn’t involved beyond taking the photo. Saw a pretty girl, snapped a photo, no harm. Anything beyond