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Chapter 440
Chapter 440
Chapter 440
Camille really cares about Eric, I scoffed silently. Then, Jenny nudged me. “Lily, let’s go to the bar. It’s
not big, but they have everything. We can have a good wine.”
Refusing to watch the couple kiss, I agreed. After the bartender came to clean up, Jenny and I went to
the bar. We were served by a handsome young man, who came to welcome us warmly. “What will it be,
miss?”
His English wasn’t very good, but I smiled. “Give me a Malbec.”
“Give me a minute.”
After we sat down, the waiter poured the Malbec, so I took a sip. Cool. Jenny took a sip from her glass
as well. “Not bad, right?”
“Sim.”
“I want to ask you something, Lily. Please don’t be mad at me.”
“What is it?” Oh no. I had a feeling this wasn’t going to be good, as she looked so solemn, and I
thought she might have figured out that I was the only one on Eric’s report. NôvelDrama.Org holds text © rights.
“Who is Mr. Newman for you?”
“Mr. Newman? Oh, you mean Dylan?” I felt relieved and smiled. “We are good friends. We grew up
together and I see him as my brother.”
“I see.” She smiled. “I was wondering why you would get involved with Mr. Newman when you are
married. The paparazzi are really getting bolder.”
“What happened?”
“You do not know? Look at this.” She went online and showed me a news article. Oh my god, what’s up
with that title?
The words read, ‘Dylan Newman shopping with his supposed girlfriend’.
I massaged my head, smiling bitterly. “What is that? I was shopping when you called me yesterday, and
I happened to run into you. How did they manage to take this photo?”
“The paparazzi are everywhere,” she lamented.
“But he’s not a celebrity. Why is he followed?”
“He is not a celebrity, but many people want to know about his private life. President Walker,
Mr. Newman and Mr. Tyson are the three most famous bachelors in town. Their private lives have
always been the main scoop all the paparazzi are hunting. Two days ago it was the news about
President Walker, and last night it was about Mr. Newman. It may be Mr. Tyson tomorrow.
She must be talking about Richard Tyson. I didn’t like him one bit and didn’t want to hear any news
about him. At the same time, I was also worried about this news. If Carson saw that, God knew what he
would think. Job*tch would probably use that as ammo too.