Chapter 2812 âLook, | didnât even take this photo, you've got the wrong idea about me,â he tried to explain, his voice tinged with frustration.
âIt was just some passerby who snapped it and then sent it my way. That doesnât mean Iâm infringing Mr. Harrisâs right to privacy, does it?
And come on, Mr. Harris is a looker â why keep that under wraps? The whole online world is shouting for more snaps of the guy.
After raking in the big bucks here in the States, surely Mr. Harris can throw a bone to us regular Joes, right?â
If Emrys wasnât smack in the middle of a serious case, heâd have scoffed at the audacity. The guy across from him was stubborn as a mule, even with his back against the wall.
âSo, what you're saying is you refuse to take down the photo?â he pressed, barely containing his irritation.
Waller was dancing around the issue. âItâs not that | wonât take it down, itâs just that, right now, | canât. Making a living isn'ta cakewalk, you know? If | take down that photo, itâs like | worked for nothing. You get me?
You're one of Nolanâs hotshot lawyers, arenât you? You get paid the big bucks, and hey, Iâm just trying to do my job here.â
Emrys was not moved by Wallerâs sob story. If the guy wouldn't play ball, theyâd settle it in court.
Besides, they had given Waller fair warning â a courtesy before theyâd play hard had more than enough tricks up their sleeves to scrub that photo from the inter good.
Waller hung up with a smug grin, still basking in the glow of his âmasterpiece.â But second, his whole world went dark â his homepage, his posts, all of it, gone without trace.
âWhat the heck did my internet crash? Whatâs going on? How could this happen?â
Feverishly, Waller refreshed his page over and over, but his homepage remained a barre wasteland, And just his luck, everyone elseâs pages were fine. Thinking it was some virus, he panicked and rebooted his computer.
But whether it was on the web or on his phone all he saw was that glaring blank space where his content used to be, his username hanging there in lonely isolation.
Waller slumped onto the couch, all his hard work up in smoke. He wasnât the only one noticing. Other netizens drawn by the trending topic were also met with confusion.
[What's the deal? | just saw Mr. Harrisâs photo, and now it's gone?]
[Tsk, tsk. Youâve gotta hand it to the big leagues for their efficiency. Why else would it vanish?
Mr. Harris clearly didnât want his photos out there. This Seen stepped on ; kU Marferdy 't ward, Ynyone who tries posting his pic is gonna get the blackout treatment. If you want to keep your account intact, best not to poke the bear.]
Some didnât buy into the warnings, with a few trying their luck by posting Nolan and Dahliaâs photos they had saved.
But it didnât matter who it was as soon as they wolpags oa de dthoseinaages, theipagds sie) and wiped clean as if they'd never existed.
[Didn't | tell you not to mess around?
You're seriously underestimating Mr.
cai patience. You're infrin n a priyacyrard Fights. BO t INE if all you get is a wiped account â this kind of thing can bring a lawsuit down on you so fast, and trust me, Mr. Harris isnât one of you penny-pinchers. Heâs got the time and resources to drag you to court].
Now it wasnât just the anonymous internet users who were scared â even Waller was shaking in his boots, fumbling to redial Emrys number.