In the quiet hotel corridor, three uniformed waiters slowly approached a luxurious suite, in which white and short black men in glasses quickly took out a miniature DV camera from the sanitary bag, turned on and aimed at the room in front.

Another waiter looked at the door number and said, "It's this."

The white man wearing glasses urged, "Morrison, open the door, let's go in."

"If we can take pictures of the intimate scenes of Matthew Horner and Emma Watson..." the black man said in a muffled voice, "We've sent it!"

"We...we really want to do this?" When we arrived at the door, the waiter named Morrison had doubts again. "I will definitely be fired from the hotel."

The white man wearing glasses bewitched, "As long as you can shoot explosive news, it is not a problem for each of us to get 50,000 pounds. What else do you want to do with this bad job?"

Money was touching, Morrison asked again, “Really?”

The black paparazzi responded, "Have you seen the news about Matthew Horner and Emma Watson spending the night disclosed by The Sun today? The photos were taken by us, and we got a bonus of 10,000 pounds."

While speaking, he also squeezed his eyes at the white man wearing glasses.

The white man with eyes understood and said, "Do you want to give up the 50,000 pounds in front of you?"

The black paparazzi exchanged glances with the white man wearing glasses, and did not urge him anymore, just waiting for Morrison to make his own decision.

Morrison gritted his teeth and made up his mind that he could get 50 to 100 pounds of rewards for providing clues to The Sun. The Sun has always been generous with valuable news.

"This is the door card I stole from the butler of the floor suite." Morrison took out a black card from his pocket. "Matthew Horner rarely calls for butler service, and this door card is rarely used by anyone."

He stepped forward, came to the door, reminded before swiping the card, "I agreed that we will share the money we received equally! Don't lie to me!"

The white man wearing glasses said, "With your intelligence, can we deceive you?"

"That's true." Morrison swiped the card, reached out and turned the door, took out his cell phone and looked at the text message he had just received, and said, "Matthew Horner and Emma Watson have finished their dinner. They are on the way back, hurry up!"

The white man in glasses gestured to the black paparazzi, and the two quickly entered the room.

Morrison did not go in, so he gently closed the door, entered the end of the corridor, pushed out the sanitary car, took out the tools, pretended to clean up the corridor.

Not long after, a "ding" sound came from the elevator, and Matthew and Emma Watson turned out of the elevator.

Because of guilt, Morrison lowered his head and did not dare to look at the two of them. He could only hear them talking and laughing, which seemed to be unusually intimate.

"A pair of dogs, a woman!"

Morrison muttered in a low voice.

"How long can you stay in London?" Emma Watson asked Matthew as he walked. "I just saw that you were very interested in football. I'll take you to the stadium to watch the game when I have time."

I just had a meal in the restaurant and they talked about the Premier League.

Matthew shook his head, "I guess I'll stay for more than a week. Director Nolan moved all the scenes in Paris to London to shoot." He thought for a while, "I'll have a promotional notice for "Fast and Furious 4" to run, and I guess I don't have time to watch the game."

Emma Watson said with regret, "I also want to take you to see Manchester United against Tottenham on the weekend. Let's talk about it when you have time."

Passing by a clean waiter, Matthew glanced at the man curiously, came to the door and found the room card to open the door.

"What's wrong?" Emma Watson asked, noting the look that flashed across Matthew's face.

Matthew swiped his card to open the door and said in a low voice, "I have been here for a while and I have never seen a waiter clean the corridor at night."

Emma Watson didn't take it seriously, "Someone may have dirty the corridor."

Before entering the door, Matthew turned back to see the waiter, and the waiter was also looking at him. When the two of them had a slight touch, the waiter quickly lowered his head and turned aside.

"Get in." Emma Watson urged, approaching and almost biting his ear, "How long do you want me to wait?"

Matthew didn't know why, but the waiter gave him a feeling of guilty hiding from him.

However, Emma Watson urged him, but he didn't think much about it. He turned around and pulled Emma Watson into the room, closed the door with his backhand, and kissed Emma Watson.

Less than ten seconds after kissing Emma Watson, Matthew suddenly let go. Emma Watson bit his lip and said dissatisfiedly, "What's wrong?"

Matthew leaned forward and came to Emma Watson's ear, as if he was biting her ear, but actually said in a very low voice, "The situation is a little wrong."

From entering the door to kiss Emma Watson until now, he felt that someone was photographing them. This was a subconscious feeling that was created by living under the camera all year round. Whenever the camera lens was pointed at itself, it would have such a strange feeling that could not be said clearly.

Not only him, but many actors have it. To be precise, this is an occupational disease.

Many outstanding actors don’t have to watch the dynamic shots on the set, nor can they watch them. They know where the shots are based on their feelings.

Perhaps it is because of the more developed motor tactile nerves, and he is more sensitive than ordinary people in this regard.

Of course, this was just a subconscious feeling, and Matthew could not be 100% sure.

Matthew seemed to be still intimate with Emma Watson, but in fact he had been alert. Suddenly he remembered the waiter who was dodging in the corridor...

This is the origin of paparazzi, the most rampant place in the world. I vaguely remember that even people at the royal family and ministers of state dare to take pictures and eavesdrop.

And it may not be a paparazzi, but may also be a dangerous person.

He was a very cautious person. Without thinking, he touched his pocket with one hand and pressed the micro alarm.

"Don't move." Matthew whispered in Emma Watson's ear, "Someone may have slipped into the room."

While speaking, he blocked Emma Watson with his body to prevent her from overreacting.

In case of dangerous people, too many actions will be bad.

Fortunately, although Emma Watson was not old and had a lot of knowledge, he still remained calm, stretched out his hands and hung it around Matthew's neck, and continued to look affectionate.

This is a luxurious suite at the Hilton Hotel, with many rooms inside, and a crack in the study room opposite the front door.

The two paparazzi from the Sun who came in before were standing behind the study door.

The white man wearing glasses had his eyes shining, and this time he was really developed.

The black paparazzi next to him was so excited that he waved his fists, muttering in his heart, why didn't that guy and woman enter the main show yet?

The two of them were not worried about being discovered. The study room was a very safe place. Under normal circumstances, a man and a woman would not come to the study room to do it. Even if they came to the study room, they could hide in an empty large bookcase.

Before coming in, Morrison had told them a lot of specific situations.

White men wearing glasses looked at each other and saw stacks of banknotes in each other's eyes. Next, as long as you can take pictures of Matthew Horner and Emma Watson's real-life battle, how much will the Sun pay them?

No! Go to his Sun and wait for a price to sell, whoever gives more money will sell it to whom.

Those wedding photos or children of Hollywood couples can be sold for millions of dollars.

Nowadays, the two most popular stars in Hollywood, Matthew Horner and Emma Watson, are not even considering the carpet.

Now it's really going to develop.

Even if it is distributed to Morrison in the corridor, fifty thousand pounds is nothing.

As a senior paparazzi at The Sun, white and black paparazzi wearing glasses certainly know the value of such news.

The two of them were trembling with excitement. Not only money, but also fame.

They will become super celebrities among entertainment journalists!

Thinking of this, the white and black paparazzi wearing glasses tried their best to hold the mini camera in their hands, and the lens was firmly aimed at the door of the suite.

The two of them still hugged each other without any substantial actions.

Suddenly, the two men separated, the white and black paparazzi wearing glasses widened their eyes at the same time, preparing to watch a good show.

It is a rare opportunity to be able to watch such dramas from celebrities on the spot!

Matthew Horner, especially, even though they were British journalists, had heard of his reputation as a result of his stomach.

As soon as Matthew and Emma Watson separated, they opened the door as fast as possible and pulled Emma Watson out.

Brown Williams and the rest of the bodyguards arrived.

"There may be someone in my room." He said quickly, "Go and take a look."

"You guys go." Brown Williams said to the others.

He did not move, but stayed next to Matthew with another person. As a bodyguard, the employer's safety is the most important.

All of this fell into Morrison's eyes. Without thinking, he pulled up the sanitary car and left immediately.

The white and black paparazzi wearing glasses saw Matthew and Emma Watson leaving, and were still wondering why these two people suddenly went out? Did they want to have a super battle in the corridor? It is said that the star supermodels have special hobbies...

Before they could think about whether they would follow him, the door of the room suddenly opened and four burly men in black suits broke in. Everyone's suit was bulging underneath, as if something harder was hidden.

They had seen these four people and knew they were Matthew's bodyguards, and immediately realized that it was not good.

"Escape!" The black paparazzi whispered and rushed towards the window.

The white man wearing glasses did not move. This was the 33rd floor. There was only one door in the room and although there were many windows, I really wanted to jump down directly...

The black paparazzi ran to the window and was stunned. He was even more courageous than dared to jump.
Chapter completed!