Warm Married Life: Mr. President Loves His Darling Wife-Chapter 264 - 263: Injured

"President Sinclair, take a look." Miles Lawson turned the laptop towards Damian Sinclair, pointing at the two comparative photos on the screen, "The photo on the left is a digitally manipulated image. Although at first glance it appears natural, the imperfections in the contact points between the two people’s bodies make it noticeable, especially when enlarged using the authentication software. The linkage becomes apparent immediately. But the photo on the right does not have such issues, indicating it is indeed real."

Damian Sinclair’s face was ominously dark, "Are all the photos like this?"

"Yes." Miles nodded, "None of the photos are digitally manipulated."

"Understood." Damian nodded, "You can go back to your work now."

Miles hesitated, wanting to say more, but seeing Damian’s unpleasant expression, he swallowed the words back into a simple response, "Yes."

"Wait." Damian suddenly called out, "Delete all the photos from the computer, do not let them leak out. If I hear even a whisper, you know the consequences."

"Rest assured, President Sinclair, I’ve already permanently deleted them all."

Apparently, the two people in the photos are special to President Sinclair. He recognizes the man as the famous actor Archer Quinn, but the woman is unfamiliar to him. Miles thought, relieved that he did not mention that while the people in the photos weren’t digitally altered, the background and their clothes were manipulated.

Perhaps President Sinclair intends to use the photos against Archer Quinn and doesn’t care about anything else.

Miles left with the computer, while Damian stared at the photos spread out on the solid wood table, finding them unbearably piercing, suddenly raising his hand and slamming it on the table.

"Boom!" The solid wood table emitted a dull thud, and Damian’s four knuckles instantly turned blood red, but he seemed totally oblivious, still gloomily staring at the photos on the table.

Damian Sinclair, how could you be so foolish, to be toyed with by a woman!

The evidence is right before your eyes, yet you cling to the last shred of ridiculous hope. Now that final thread of hope has been confirmed as nothing but your own stupidity!

The secretary outside the door, eavesdropping, was startled by the office’s muffled sound, quickly retreating to her position, afraid to listen further.

"How is it?" someone whispered.

The secretary lowered her voice, "I don’t know the specifics, but President Sinclair seems to be truly angry. Everyone, be careful not to make mistakes at work." Saying that, she glanced at the office door again.

She had worked by the president’s side for several years, and it was the first time seeing him lose his temper so severely. She wondered who had the audacity to provoke such an emotional reaction from the president.

In the president’s office, Damian Sinclair moved to stand by the floor-to-ceiling glass wall.

He stood there silently, his gaze coldly fixed on the distance. Yesterday, he was still planning their future, with the closest event being his birthday. He had no other wish but for her to be by his side. He had even thought about ripping up the five-year-old contract in front of her and proposing to her on her birthday.

He had planned everything meticulously, started choosing a restaurant and ordering flowers, thinking about taking her out to play on his off day, but reality had slapped him hard in the face.

The things he planned and expected, she may never have genuinely cared about.