Seeing me like this, Mae took out her phone and clicked on Flasmond's headlines.
I took a close look at the news on the headline. Starting from when Alfred brought me for a meal with his eye-catching Maybach, netizens wrote some really messy posts. The more they wrote, the worse things became. In the end, they even commented me as a sl*t.
After reading the posts, I felt a headache. No wonder those people from the finance department stared at me like that this morning.
So, was this why Dylan had changed the lock of the villa and blocked my calls?
Recalling the phone call when Alfred answered that day in the hotel, my head ached more.
Why was everything bad happening at the same time?
My phone buzzed, and Mae went out with the documents when she saw that.
I took a look at my phone. It
