Day 3.

After taking a shower, she rubbed her hair, then looked at her phone, and couldn't help but smile a gentle smile on the corner of her mouth.

On her microblog on her phone, she saw the fans' expectations of seeing her two days later and the various concerns she had never stopped seeing. This feeling made her feel good, especially after that, after she felt that the whole world abandoned her, at least, they were there.

Suddenly, a loud sound of the marimba piano rang out.

She looked at the caller ID on her phone, was stunned for a moment, then looked back at the clock on the wall. It was already ten o'clock, then she turned around and pressed the answer button, and asked a strange question: "Tyler, what's wrong?"

"Jess, sorry, have you disturbed your rest?"

The man's gentle voice came from the other end of the phone, and there seemed to be a hint of fatigue in his voice.

"I'm fine, is something wrong?" She immediately said with some concern when she heard the man's voice.

"You...you can read the text message I sent here first."

She was stunned when she heard this, then took her phone in front of her, first returned to the main interface, and then clicked on the text message. When she saw the content of the text message, she couldn't help but be stunned, and her eyes were subconsciously widened.

"This...this is..."

"That group of damn paparazzi in Hong Kong! They are simply flies staring at eggs!"

The man's voice suddenly became louder and his tone was full of anger.

"I guess they found the hotel you stayed in, and we have been following since we came out of the hotel... Sorry, this is my fault, it's because I didn't do well enough."

After speaking, the man's voice softened and he said to her apologetically.

She looked at the photos displayed on the phone screen in a daze, her face turned pale, her slender hands tightly clenched, but she didn't say anything, just staring blankly.

"I know the best thing about these gossip Hong Kong media. There is no limit to gossip news! I can do anything deceptive, but I deliberately picked out a few photos to fabricate such false news! If a friend of mine hadn't known it, we would have been kept in the dark before they could send the news out!"

The man's resentful voice echoed in her ears. She looked at the words that were matched next to the photos. She didn't recognize the traditional Chinese characters, but she recognized the big English titles on it. In her opinion, these words that twisted the facts seemed so cold, and even cruel. She suddenly felt a chill all over her body, and a very uncomfortable feeling arose from her heart, and then quickly filled her heart.

She is like this, but someone still won’t let her go!

"jess?jess? Are you okay? Are you okay?"

She seemed to have woken up and suddenly came to her senses. She felt a dazed in her somewhat desolate and confused eyes, then she seemed to remember something. She looked at her phone that was still talking, and suddenly asked: "Where did you get the photo?"

"ah?"

The man was stunned for a moment, as if he didn't expect her to ask this question. After a few seconds of silence, his hesitant voice came out of his phone.

"I...I went to the media and discussed with them and asked them to hand over the photos."

Her face immediately became cold, as if she had thought of something, and asked in a cold tone: "What do they say?"

"He...they want one million Hong Kong dollars."

Her hands tightened quietly again, clutching her phone tightly, and said firmly without hesitation: "Let them dream! We won't give them a penny!"

"Jess, one million is not much, we just give it to them. We don't need to let this trouble happen. If we ask them to take the photos..."

"impossible!"

Hearing her words, the man seemed to have known her choice for a long time. He persuaded her with some thoughtful words, but was interrupted by her.

"If they want to send it, let them send it!"

Her face was as cold as ice, she gritted her silver teeth, her eyes full of determination.

"But...but..."

"It's fine."

The man seemed to want to persuade him, but he still asked her to interrupt.

"I believe that those who believe in me will continue to believe in me, and those who do not believe in me will not need to keep them."

"Why--"

The man seemed to know that there was no hope of persuasion, and then asked helplessly.

"If a reporter asks the reason, what should you say?"

"Just say I bought it for my friend."

“jess…”

The man was stunned for a moment, as if he was shocked by her answer.

"Tyler, it's okay, this is the best way at the moment."

When she said this, the coldness on her face finally eased a little, and a warm smile appeared, "Thank you."

"... Thank you, aren't we good friends? What's more, I'm involved."

Listening to her words, the man seemed to have felt her firm determination in her faint words, and replied with a helpless smile.

"I'm not saying this, I'm thanking you for being on my side."

The corners of her mouth were slightly pursed, and under her slightly trembling eyelashes, a touching look flashed in her water-like eyes.

"Okay, if you continue, I'm going to be made cry by you."

Hearing her words, the man was silent for a while, and then his gentle voice came out with a hint of smile.

"Okay, then, good night." She smiled quietly and said.

"Okay, good night, since you have decided, don't think about these troublesome things, tomorrow will be better."

"Um."

She nodded slightly.

“Dududu…”

She threw her cell phone directly onto the bed, climbed onto the bed, hugged the doll on the bed and squatted silently at the corner of the bed. Her lower eyes were filled with a kind of heartbreaking sadness...

...

"Boss, it's not me that it's so complicated to make it so much money. Wouldn't it be enough to just throw a lot of money into it? What brand-name bags and cosmetics are all used by women."

In the study, a young man holding a camera was fiddling with him, looking up and asking in confusion.

He smiled, gave the young man a little whiter glance, leaned comfortably on the boss's chair, turned around, looked at the bustling night view outside the window, took a sip of the red wine in the glass, and the corners of his mouth quietly rose.

Helpless? The more helpless you are, the tighter you will get.

“jessicajung…”

He looked out the window and muttered. Suddenly, he seemed to remember something, and turned back to say to the young man in Hong Kong dialect: "Go check it, who has that mark been in contact with recently."

"Old, boss, that ghost named Mark has a very unusual background." The young man said hesitantly.

"Nonsense! Do I want you to do it in simplicity?! Is the salary I give you every month free?!"

He glared, not at all the gentlemanly attitude he had before.

“Yes…yes.”

The young man nodded a little timidly, secretly complained in his heart, and then turned around and left the study.

"snort!"

Seeing the young man leave, he hummed heavily, then turned back and drank the wine in his goblet.

Brother Sanmao? This is probably also a potential threat...
Chapter completed!