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Save Myself From Desperation novel Chapter 164

Lester walked quickly to Ashley and asked protectively, "Did Evan bully you just now?"

Ashley felt touched secretly and shook her head. "They can't bully me now."

Lester felt relieved.

He had an inexplicable affinity for Ashley and would be particularly nervous about Ashley's affairs.

Even if it turned out Ashley was not related to him, he could treat Ashley as his family.

Outside the banquet hall, well-wrapped Jessica didn't want to be witnessed by others and intended to leave secretly after the auction.

When she walked out with her head lowered, she didn't watch out and bumped into a reporter who passed by in a hurry with a camera.

"Who are you? Mind your step when walking," the reporter complained in anger as his chest hurt.

Jessica's hat fell off, but she didn't dare to pick it up. She feared being recognized, so she tilted her head and covered her face with her hands. "I'm sorry."

After speaking, she intended to leave.

The reporter stopped her strangely. "Why are you leaving in a hurry? Your hat has fallen off!"

The reporter kindly picked up the hat and handed it over.

Jessica had no choice but to pick it up with one hand while still covering her face with the other.

The reporter sensed her cover-up and suspected her of being a thief.

Many business elites and celebrities were in attendance at the charity, and the reporter speculated Jessica sneaked in to steal something.

Thinking of this, the reporter couldn't help but stare at Jessica. When she put on her hat, the reporter noticed her exposed eyes.

Although Jessica wore a mask, the perceptive reporter still recognized her. "Jessica! You are Jessica!"

The reporter was so surprised that he shouted loudly.

There were many reporters around outside the ballroom taking photos of the celebrities. At this moment, they heard Jessica's name and immediately looked around curiously.

"Jessica? Really? Why would Jessica be at the charity dinner?"

"There she is! Have you found out? She wore a hat and a mask."

"She is so wrapped up."

The reporters spotted Jessica and immediately surrounded her.

Jessica subconsciously wanted to hide away, but the reporters gathered around her and blocked the way.

Jessica raised her hands to cover her face, not wanting to expose such an image to the camera. But all she did was in vain. Reporters took photos and peppered her with questions.

"Why did you come to the charity dinner, Jessica? When did you come? Have you been hiding all the time?"

"At the auction just now, Evan said you couldn't come to the scene because you were ill. Can you explain the contradictory situation?"

"No one purchased the famous paintings you had prepared. But Valentin bought Ashley's bracelet for 10 million dollars. How do you think it?"

Hearing various questions, Jessica gritted her teeth in anger.

She detested Ashley the most now.

However, a bespectacled male reporter asked a sharp question.

"Jessica, you stole Ashley's design draft and slandered Ashley for stealing Attelia. Now you secretly come to the charity dinner. Do you want to steal something from Ashley again?"

Hearing his words, Jessica had hit a nerve, and her face immediately turned pale.

She didn't expect this reporter to ask such a sharp question without mercy.

Jessica felt awkward and suffocated, but she couldn't utter a word to refute it.

Her reputation had been ruined, and any ordinary journalist could purposely make difficulties for her with such questions.

Jessica felt very resentful.

She couldn't tolerate her reputation being tarnished.

Jessica raised her hand and took off her hat and mask, accepting the reporters' interview. When she looked up at the camera, tears filled with her eyes, and she seemed regretful and self-reproaching.

"I am indeed ill. I came to the charity dinner today just because I wanted to meet Ashley and apologize to her in person."

The reporters looked at each other after hearing this.

Had Jessica prepared to apologize in person?

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