Chapter 391: Sienna's Mind Raced with Chaotic Thoughts

Sienna's mind raced with chaotic thoughts. Lucas had already circled the car to her side. He opened the passenger door for her. She remained frozen in her seat, studying him cautiously.

"Lucas," she said, her voice laced with warning. "You know I'm not ready for them to find out yet."

His gaze remained steady and unyielding.

"Trust me," he insisted, his tone firm yet reassuring.

Hesitation flickered across her features before she finally relented. She stepped out of the vehicle, deciding to take the leap of faith. His calm demeanor provided a strange sense of security. He had asked for her trust, and she would give him that chance. She wondered how he would handle the situation with the paparazzi reportedly swarming the area. The hidden photographers gaped in disbelief at the sight before them. They had received tips about Sienna Bennett arriving at Southern Cemetery with Lucas Harrington. Yet they had dismissed it as false information until this moment.

The reality left them stunned. Lucas Harrington was indeed involved with Sienna Bennett! Their interactions suggested deep affection between them. Cameras immediately began clicking from various angles. Some photographers shot from the sides, others from behind. A few bold ones even captured frontal shots despite the risk. The sweltering heat became irrelevant in their excitement. Sienna walked beside Lucas toward the cemetery entrance. Noah trailed slightly behind them on his short legs. His large, observant eyes scanned their surroundings carefully.

After a moment, he spoke softly. "Daddy, eleven o'clock. Nine paparazzi behind the bushes. That's most of them." Lucas showed no reaction to this information. Instead, he took Sienna's hand and placed it firmly on his arm. She lowered her voice. "Lucas, what are you doing?" This posture clearly signaled their relationship status. He offered no explanation as he guided her toward the eleven o'clock direction. The paparazzi could hardly believe their luck. This close-range shot with her hand on his arm was headline gold. These photos could fuel gossip columns for months.

They snapped away furiously, caught up in their excitement. Lucas suddenly stopped directly before the concealed bushes. His expression turned icy as he stood with Sienna beside him.

"You have one minute to surrender your memory cards," he stated coldly. "Otherwise, I'll take them myself."

His authoritative voice carried undeniable weight. The atmosphere grew thick with tension. The hidden photographers trembled with sudden fear. Lucas Harrington had discovered them—he knew exactly where they were. But surrendering their memory cards? After hiding all day for these exclusive shots? The thought was unbearable. Lucas raised his wrist, checking his watch with clouded, dominant eyes. He spoke to Dominic who stood behind them. "Clear them out."

"Yes, sir!" Dominic immediately pulled out his phone.

The photographers behind the bushes shook with terror. Some actually wet their pants in fear.

'Clear them out'? What did that mean?

Were they going to be fed to sharks? Or perhaps wolves? They had forgotten who they were dealing with—the king of Kingsport. No media outlet had ever successfully published details about his private life. Trying to publish these photos was equivalent to declaring war against him. And everyone knew what happened to those who opposed Lucas Harrington. Instantly, one photographer scrambled out and handed over his memory card.