Exclusive Memory

As Jasper was about to say something, he suddenly had a strange feeling and looked up at the front of the car. Ashley also felt his movement and followed him to look over.

An entertainment journalist was shooting photos!

"Don't hide!" Jasper ordered in a low voice, stopping her from escaping.

"Say hello to him."

The journalist was excited to catch the news. She saw the similar expression on her face when she was a journalist before. But now seeing her expression like that, Ashley could not help but shudder.

"Two sisters are so disgusting to sleep with a man. I can't even bear."

"Yes. At first, I felt pity for Ashley, because she was always bullied by Sheila. Don't judge by her vulnerable appearance. It's said that the deceased child she had was not Francis'."

"Really? Tell me the story."

A voice like the tide rushed into her mind, as if she was not in Jasper's car, but in her room of Fang family; there were not traffic and people on the street outside, but the servants were eating melon seeds and guessing the family's privacy with vicious thoughts.

All of a sudden, it reminded her of the time three years ago, when she had just given birth to her child and went back to the Fang family house.

Ashley felt chilling. The spread of the news was at a frightening speed. It was not restraint in

some sort of small circle. Netizens all over the country had the chance to watch the news.

Could her father take this? 'what would Jasper think of it? And her new friends such as Zoe, Morris. What would they think?

"Say hello to him." Jasper said, holding her hands.

She finally came up with an idea. Looking at her hand which was holding hers tightly, she took a deep breath, raised her head, smiled wryly and waved her hand towards the journalist ahead.

Jasper helped her fasten the seat belt, "this is not the right place to talk. Let's go back to the office first."

Jasper on their way. She didn't know if it was an illusion. She felt that those eyes were always floating on her intentionally or unintentionally. Have people here seen that post? Her body was as painful as a needle. Right now, she only wanted to find a place and shut herself up, so that she could avoid the seemingly invisible

on the sofa in the reception area. The single

secretary to prepare a cup of chocolate in the kitchen, and then he turned on his computer to deal with some other work. After the hot

food. It will make you feel better." He put the chocolate

in front of her, spurning it with a spoon in her hand, and then she put it on the tray. Due to her trembling hands, she didn't put it firmly.

took a piece of tissue, put the spoon onto it, "I don't know what happened among you three. Can you tell me what

didn't want to say it.

to face Dylan. Because Dylan was evil enough, what she had done was not a big deal in front of him, which would not burden her too much. But now she faced Jasper, a nearly perfect person, with decent family background and behavior. In front of such

stood up and paced back and forth in the office. He opened the door and called out to the secretary, "make me a cup of

"Yes."

to his past experience, artists were unwilling to tell others about their privacy. Perhaps there were many reasons that made them too embarrassed, afraid of ridicule, afraid of being sold, and unwilling

got along with each other for a long time, he believed that they could gain her trust. But nobody would do that

Jasper." There was a knock at the

door and took over the

said, "how about this? I tell you my secret, and then you tell me yours. What do you

raising her head and saw

"Okay." She nodded.

a lot of questions. Nelson's mother, my interest, and something about love. Which one do you want to

him. She was curious about all these questions, but what she wanted to know the most was not this. She asked, "I heard from Francis that you didn't want to

in addition to her parents, no one else had asked him this question, and he didn't even tell his parents

tactful, ' she thought, "Not all the posts are fabricated." She said with difficulty, "that baby... The baby's father was not Francis... We

He drank a cup of coffee and calmed

sip of the hot chocolate. The sweetness

Hazel, all the other roles in the play, especially you, will draw public

"How to operate?"

rough idea. But it's up to you whether to

"Okay, what is it?"

to add fuel to the debate. In this enthusiasm, I will arrange interviews, charity parties and variety shows for you. These activities are the best opportunity to build an image. If the popularity can