His post was instantly forwarded and commented on countless times.
There were only foul and vulgar comments below,
"Of course it's you. The beauty you photograph is warm and soft."
"You may have fucked her, right?"
I watched everything numbly beside Lala. It turned out that my princess who was so carefully cared for by me was scolded by others. In the eyes of others, she was nothing.
But she couldn't accept it.
She was a model, and what she hated most was people belittling and objectifying her profession.
She was checking comments on the social media platform day and night like crazy, not eating or drinking.
"The desert beauty is really wild!"
"She is just a lustful woman pretending to be pure."
"The photographer should know her body very well!"
She hadn't slept for two nights in a row, and her fingers were almost shaking as she swiped the screen. Then she saw a comment.
Her tears instantly fell to the floor. She covered her face and began to cry loudly.
The comment said,
"Lala is beautiful in that pictures just because Jeff Ward loves her. The wild beauty only exists under his lens.
"While Lala may just be a profit-seeking person who wants to make a quick buck."
I floated above Lala and thought that why she was crying.
She was so determined before and thought that I was a businessman who didn't understand art and Mick was her confidant. She would not change because of a few words.
The next day, Lala went to find Mick.
The studio owned by Mick and his friends was filled with game machines and the air was filled with the smell of cigarettes.
Lala frowned and pulled Mick away from the game machine, then she said urgently,
"The netizens are cursing us. Aren't you worried? What about your career? Don't you still need to treat your mother's illness?"
My heart skipped a beat. How ridiculous! Even after that, Lala was still thinking about him.
I just hated myself for misjudging her. She might really be the same as Mick as the comment said.
Mick stared at her chest, narrowed his eyes, suddenly laughed, and casually took the cigarette out of his mouth.
"Don't worry. It doesn't matter whether I explain or not. When we get paid, you'll know it's much more than the money you made from the pictures you took before. With your help, my mother will have the money for her treatment. Thanks to you!"
Lala looked at him in disbelief, as if she didn't understand what he was saying.