"Wow, isn't that Miss Cherish Turner?" In the quiet, a sharp female voice cried out, causing a commotion.
"Cherish Turner? So the rumors are true? She's really President Griffith's woman?"
"Ugh, I'm not envious of her at all..." A female reporter almost cried. If someone like Cherish Turner could catch William Griffith's eye, why couldn't she?
After all, Cherish Turner now had weeds and leaves on her head, looking especially disheveled!
William Griffith appeared just like that, his shiny leather shoes landing by her hand.
She looked up with a dirty face, and the elegant William Griffith looked down on her from above.
Cherish Turner wanted to crawl into a hole or pretend to be dead at that moment, so she didn't have to look at him.
It was all his fault for hanging up on her. Otherwise, she wouldn't have been caught crawling through a dog hole by the paparazzi. Cherish Turner might as well disappear from the internet from now on due to the number of reporters.
