975: Chapter 974: Uncle, do you know who I am?
975: Chapter 974: Uncle, do you know who I am?
It was as if the blog belonged to their own company.
If Mr.
Parker was behind it, it wouldn’t be surprising.
Because he did have that capability.
Joanna Lawrence and Maddox Allenson’s hot search topics and related discussions were removed.
However, her connection with Frank Parker quickly made it to a new round of hot searches.
#MrParkerIsTheMysteriousSugarDaddy?##JoannaLawrenceFrankParker##MrParkerAngeredForTheSakeOfABeauty##JoannaLawrenceFrankParkerSecretAffair#.
Topics like these all made it to the hot search list.
When the news about Frank Parker and Joanna Lawrence’s relationship was making a fuss, Joanna herself was completely unaware of it.
The plane landed in Closia.
She wore a cap and a black mask covering half of her face, letting her hair loose, and keeping her head down as she walked off the plane.
Fortunately, there were many people wearing masks due to the widespread flu these days.
Her outfit didn’t attract any attention from others.
Joanna kept her head down as she walked out of the airport and didn’t take off her mask until she got into a cab.
She looked at the driver in front of her: “Heath Group building, please.”
The driver glanced at her in the rearview mirror, a puzzled look in his eyes.
After hesitating for a few seconds, he cautiously asked: “Miss, have we t before?”
Joanna: “???”
Lifting her head to look at the driver, who was old enough to be her father, her eyebrows slightly furrowed.
No way.
Is this uncle driver still trying to flirt with young girls?
And using such old-fashioned tactics?
Although she found it a bit ridiculous in her heart, she still politely replied: “Um, no.
We should be eting for the first ti.”
“Is that so?” The driver still had a puzzled expression on his face, looked in the rearview mirror again, and then murmured to himself, “Why do I feel like you look familiar, like I’ve seen you sowhere before?”
Joanna: “…”
She really wanted to say: Uncle, this outdated pickup technique is long gone.
And she wasn’t interested in n old enough to be her elders at all.
The driver murmured a few words to himself, then stopped talking when he saw that Joanna wasn’t responding.
On the way, Joanna could still hear him occasionally muttering: She really looks familiar.
Forty minutes later, at the Heath Group building.
Joanna paid the fare, and just as she was about to get out of the car, she suddenly heard the uncle driver slap his thigh and pointed at her, saying, “I rember now!
Aren’t you that actress nad…
Joanna Lawrence?”
Joanna, who was about to get out of the car: “?!!”
She looked back in astonishnt, staring wide-eyed at the uncle driver.
The uncle driver stared wide-eyed at her as well: “You, you’re that actress nad Joanna Lawrence, right?
I’m not mistaken, am I?
I just rembered all of a sudden, no wonder I felt you looked familiar.”
It took Joanna several seconds to recover and said with so disbelief, “Uncle, you know who I am?”
Being recognized by young people, she felt that it was quite normal.
After all, most young people use blogs, and she has been trending every few days, so many people might be familiar with her face.
But being recognized by a man around fifty years old, she felt it was quite unreal.
Could it be that this uncle driver is also a blog user?
That’s why he recognized her?
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