This feeling of leaving everything to fate is not very pleasant.
She stared blankly out the window, sighed, stood up, and prepared to leave Sylvan Cheney's apartment.
However, she did not expect—
As soon as she walked out of the apartment, before reaching the entrance of the residential area, a swarm of reporters rushed over like a tide!
Jasmine Yale panicked for a moment, almost dropping the bag slung on her shoulder.
She had never seen so many reporters, truly like a swarm of bees.
Jasmine Yale hurriedly retreated to a corner, back against a white wall, protecting her stomach, her eyes filled with alarm and haste.
Why are there so many reporters?
One reporter after another held up microphones, and as soon as they saw her emerge, they all ran towards her.
The noisy voices were jarring, one question after another came on the heels of the last, some male, some female voices, in both Chinese and English.
