1772: Chapter 1765: What You Fear Most Will Happen 1772: Chapter 1765: What You Fear Most Will Happen “Is this Joanna Lawrence?
This shaless woman went after Maddox Allenson and Kelvin Norman, and now she wants to go after Porter Rushbrook?”
“Is she doing this on purpose?
What a scheming bitch, I wonder what she’s up to.”
The surrounding fans saw Porter Rushbrook intimately supporting Joanna, their eyes turning red with envy and jealousy.
Ah, their dear idol’s hand actually touched Joanna, that vile woman!
Even their dear idol was standing so close to that vile woman!
Ahhh, so frustrating!
The vile woman sohow managed to fall just as their idol walked out.
If this was not on purpose, they’d eat fish fried in their palms!
Joanna naturally felt the murderous gazes of the fans.
She quickly pushed Porter away and took several steps back.
Only when she felt she had maintained a safe distance did she stop.
“Thank you, Mr.
Rushbrook,” said Joanna politely, “I’m fine now.”
Seeing her deliberately avoiding him, Porter paused, a look of surprise appearing on his face.
Soon, he gave a polite but slightly distant nod: “That’s good.”
“Mr.
Rushbrook, I’ll take my leave first.”
Joanna looked at Porter’s terrifying fans and only wanted to leave this troubleso place as soon as possible.
What she feared really ca true.
She was afraid of being accused of deliberately rubbing up against Porter’s popularity, so she wanted to leave quickly.
Who would have thought she still couldn’t avoid “this disaster”?
Joanna guessed that she would probably be a trending post again soon.
By then, Porter’s female fans might tear her to shreds.
But there were so things she deliberately tried to avoid, yet she still couldn’t escape.
So no matter what the consequences were, Joanna could only accept them.
Porter nodded to her.
Joanna drew another cold breath as she faced the sharp, jealous gazes of the fans, then quickly turned around and left.
She had not taken a few steps when she heard another round of screams behind her.
This ti, Joanna didn’t look back.
She quickly walked out of the airport hall like she was fleeing for her life,
There was a bus waiting outside.
Joanna followed the photographer onto the bus.
When she learned from him that they still had to wait for several other artists to co out, she estimated that they might have to wait another hour.
She took out her phone and started playing a ga.
There was nothing to shoot at the mont, so the photographer also temporarily put away his cara.
After playing two rounds of the ga and just starting the third, Joanna heard the sound of the bus door opening.
She looked up to see Porter, who had just been surrounded by the fan group, coming onto the bus.
Joanna was the first to board the bus.
She didn’t want to attract any attention, so she sat in the last row of the bus.
Porter seed to have the sa idea as her, going directly to the back of the bus after boarding.
When he saw Joanna sitting in the last row corner, he hesitated for a mont then greeted her: “Ms.
Joanna.”
Joanna saw that the photographer had turned off the cara, and there were no crazy fans around at the mont, so she looked up and greeted Porter confidently: “Hello, Mr.
Rushbrook.”
Porter sat down in front of her, smiled and said: “I think we should stop using Ms.
Joanna and Mr.
Rushbrook, it sounds a bit strange.
Let’s call each other by our nas instead, shall we?”
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