"Jas, haven’t you finished filling it out yet?" Ophelia Wilson turned to look at Jas Reed after she was done, and was taken aback, "Jas, what’s wrong with you?"
"Huh? What’s wrong with ?" Jas Reed looked up at Ophelia Wilson in confusion.
Ophelia quickly took out a tissue and wiped his forehead, "Look at you, why are you sweating so much?"
"Oh, oh... I’m just too excited," Jas Reed stamred.
This scene was captured perfectly by the cara, and it amused many netizens online: "I’d be nervous too if I were marrying a goddess!"
"When I went to get my certificate, I ran to the restroom ten tis!"
"Hey, the guy above who ran ten tis, wait for , I ran seven tis!"
Sophie Wilson watched this scene and was almost driven to tears with laughter, clutching Charles Seymour’s shoulder, she laughed so hard she couldn’t straighten up, "Oh my, Jas Reed is too funny!"
"His composure isn’t great, is it? Sweating already? Too weak!"
Charles Seymour held Sophie steadily, afraid she’d laugh so hard she might fall off the sofa, "He’ll be asking for verification soon enough."
"Yep, yep. I’m waiting for it!" Sophie eagerly nodded, waiting to see the spectacle unfold.
At the Civil Affairs Bureau, Jas Reed finally managed to finish filling out the form, and next up was taking the photo.
"Ophelia, I’ll head to the restroom first," Jas Reed said apologetically.
"Alright," Ophelia Wilson covered her mouth and chuckled lightly, "I’ll wait for you."
"Okay." Jas Reed nodded, then hurried to the restroom.
Once inside, confirming the stalls were empty, he quickly pulled out his phone and dialed, questioning, "What’s going on? Didn’t you upload the video online?"
"I did," the person on the other end replied innocently, "I uploaded it online the mont you stepped out. I even checked it online on purpose, it’s very clear."
"Then what’s going on? Hasn’t anyone noticed?" Jas Reed questioned, "Did you not post it in enough places?"
"Post it in more places!" Jas commanded.
"I posted it everywhere high-traffic. I even sent it to several dia outlets’ emails," the person on the other end said innocently, "The email shows it was sent successfully."
"I even sent it to the private emails of journalists from several websites."
"Then what’s the problem?" Jas couldn’t understand, with the current speed of information spread online, it should have already blown up.
Why was there still no reaction on his end?
The paparazzi who were following should have received the news.
Such a big scoop, those journalists should be itching to ask him about it?
If they just asked, he wouldn’t have to marry Ophelia Wilson!
"Should I send it again?" the person on the other end tentatively asked, "Or, should I find soone to call the dia directly and tip the journalists off?"
"Yes, do that, and make sure no one can trace it back to you. Call them, and tell them to watch the video online!" Jas urged anxiously.
He was already on the edge of a cliff, and if no one ca to pull him back, he would fall off.
After hanging up the call, Jas paced around the restroom twice, then washed his hands and dragged his feet out, he couldn’t just stay in there forever.
"Why did it take so long?" Ophelia Wilson asked coyly when she saw Jas return.
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