Chapter 893 Crazy Paparazzi


    "Things are far from over. Este needs the dresses immediately. Let''s drop everything we''re


    working on and rush to make the outfits for her." After stretching, J stood and said, "It appears


    that I must go and fetch my toothbrush and sleeping bag. I''ll have to stay in the studio and work


    nonstop until we get her dresses done."


    "Working overtime is not a huge issue. Dalores has gotten under my skin, and I can''t stand it."


    Imagining that Dalores hadmitted such an act, Tasha became enraged. "She just cut the dress


    and left, leaving us a mess to handle."


    "Here''s what we should do." J stated firmly, "Contact W Marks''s attorney and ask that he sue


    Dalores."


    Tasha deduced from J''s demeanor that Draco had likely given her control of the studio''s


    operations. Tasha cracked a grin and replied, "I know. I''ll get to it with immediate effect."


    J wasted no time in the beginning to design two new gowns for Este. Soon, it would be time


    to leave work.


    Tasha moved to nce out the window when she noticed J had yet to leave work. "There are


    no paparazzi outside. Why are you still here? Or do you n to put in extra hours tonight?"


    J, while measuring the fabric, remarked coolly, "These paparazzi have a lot of sneakiness.


    Thinking that they''ll wait for me in the open would be ridiculous. Since this morning, I have observed


    a couple more unusual automobiles on both sides of the road."


    "Is there somehow I can help with that?" As soon as Tasha said the words, she noticed Mesue, the


    bodyguard, enter the room. "We''ve dealt with the paparazzi and reporters outside. Have no fear."


    J smiled and told Tasha, "You go first. I''ll stay a bit longer and finish this."


    J only began packing her things when she noticed that all of her coworkers had left work. She


    discovered on her cell phone that all references to her and Draco had been erased from the


    Inte.


    Mesue sorted the drawings and told J, "Don''t worry. Mr. Larson has extensive knowledge in this


    field. The Larson Group is an umbre organization consisting of numerous highly effective public


    rtions firms."


    J chuckled and said, "I''m simply frightened of causing my coworkers issues."


    Thankfully, J''s fears did note true.


    Mesue rushed to start the car before J got out of work.


    A group of journalists unexpectedly emerged at this time. It was as though they had been waiting for


    this exact moment. The group had been hiding in the area and surged over to encircle the car all of


    a sudden.


    "Mrs. Larson, could you please exin to us why you cheated on your husband?"


    "Rumor has it that you and Mr. Larson have separated for a long period. Is that true?"


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    "Are you keeping silent because it''s all true?"


    They pounded loudly on the tinted windows and shouted questions one after another, without caring


    if the ones inside heard them or not.


    Mesue pulled down the window and yelled at the journalists, "Move out of the way! Else, I''ll drive


    over all of you!"


    Those paparazzi didn''t back down one bit. As they continued to grill Mesue, they positioned


    microphones in front of her.


    J did not dare leave the studio after watching this incident.


    She averted her attention and went back to W Marks Studio in silence.


    Those moronic reporters had no idea that she hadn''t actually gotten inside the car.


    "I''m sorry, Mesue." J spotted a passage next to the studio after searching for an alternative exit.


    Then, J backed up against the wall and slipped away from the studio silently. The number of


    reporters encircling the automobile becamerger andrger. She was increasingly anxious about


    drawing their attention.


    J removed her high heels and left the studio stealthily.


    She kept unconsciously turning around to nce back as she walked. J took a few steps and


    discovered that no reporters were following her. Right away, she picked up speed and began


    running.


    "J is not in the car!"


    "J is the one who is speeding off with her stilettos."


    "Get moving! Get to her!"


    J heard her name being called from behind and turned to see a pack of photographers and


    reporters chasing after her.


    She misjudged their skill. She would have stayed hidden in the studio if she had known!