Cecelia Anderson sat there with a cold expression, and the more she thought about it, the more depressed she felt.
When she entered the restaurant, she had noticed something off, feeling that quite a few people were sneaking glances at her. It couldn't be that the reporters were there by then, right?
If it were as Wayne Adams said, and he was being followed by reporters, how could there be so many of them appearing at the same time?
It was impossible that these reporters had nothing better to do than follow Wayne Adams.
Thinking about it all the way, she couldn't figure it out.
She didn't say another word to Wayne Adams and wanted to enter the Hernandezs' house.
But Wayne Adams suddenly called out to her, "Cecelia, wait a minute!"
Cecelia turned around and looked at him, her tone impatient: "What else do you want?"
"I'm sorry to have dragged you into this. I know you don't like gossip. I'll handle this. Don't worry." Wayne Adams was sincere.
