Counterback of the Despised Luna by Diana West

Chapter 453 Secret Affair During the afternoon shoot, thanks to Jasper's coaching Naomi delivered a flawless performance in just one take. Since the female lead only had a few brief scenes left, the rest of the day primarily focused on Jasper's shots. However, with his years of experience, he finished filming in no time.

Once we wrapped up, Jasper waited forat the exit. But the moment we stepped outside, we were instantly swarmed by a crowd of reporters. Camera flashes burst around us in a relentless frenzy.

I raised a hand to shield my eyes from the blinding flashes, while Jasper instinctively turned to shield me. Ahead of us, the assistant worked tirelessly to clear a path through the chaos.

Amid the commotion, reporters thrust their microphones forward, bombarding us with questions.

"Ms. Sinclair, what are your thoughts and expectations for Starplay Entertainment's upcoming film, "The Call of the Wild?" one journalist pressed eagerly.

Another reporter quickly followed up, "Ms. Sinclair, we've heard that "The Call of the Wild is being positioned for major film festivals. What do you think gives Starplay Entertainment an edge?" I smoothly navigated through their inquiries with polished, professional responses. But just as I thought I had everything under control, a question cout of nowhere-one designed to stir up headlines.

"Ms. Sinclair, there are rumors that you've ended things with the Eclipse Pack Group's heir. What are your plans moving forward? Jasper is under your management, and the two of you seem to work closely together. Your relationship appears quite strong-are you considering taking things to the next level with Mr. Sullivan?" I had remained composed up until that moment, but my expression darkened slightly at the intrusive question. I've never been one to put my personal life on display.

"Apologies, but Jasper and I have wrapped up work for the day, and we've already addressed questions about the film. We are not taking any more interviews at this time-please make way." My voice remained steady, but the firmness in my tone left no room for argument.

"Ms. Sinclair, can you share something about Jasper?" Despite my firm response, the reporters showed no signs of leaving. Though they stepped back slightly, their determination didn't waver.

"Jasper, say something. Do you plan to take things further with Ms. Sinclair? Does having her as your boss put any pressure on you?" Jasper suddenly cto a halt.

I shot him a questioning look, my confusion growing. Why wasn't he walking away? What was he about to say? Jasper cleared his throat, his gaze settling onwith a faint smile before turning to the microphone with a serious expression. "Right now, Ms. Sinclair and I are just colleagues and friends," he stated. "However, I've always admired her and am actively pursuing her. As for taking things further... well, that's up to her and when she's ready to accept me." Jasper's words exploded like a "tbomb" among the reporters, sending a wave of silence through the crowd. The journalist who had posed the question seemed momentarily stunned before a satisfied smile crept onto his face.

The relentless clicking of cameras filled the air.

I blinked in surprise, my brows knitting together as I turned to Jasper, studying him carefully.

"So, Ms. Sinclair, how do you feel about this?" another reporter quickly jumped in. "Do you have feelings for Jasper as well?" "Ms. Sinclair, please answer our questions... Ms. Sinclair!" I kept my lips pressed together, lowering my head slighly in silence.

Why would Jasper say something like that in front of the press-especially after I had already turned him down? Sensing my hesitation, Jasper flasheda smile and asked gently, "What's wrong?" I lifted my head, my eyes burning with anger as I glared at Jasper. Grabbing his arm, I hissed, "Stop talking nonsense!" Without waiting for a response, I strode ahead, my pace quick and firm. Jasper trailed behind me, unfazed, as we hurried into a private van, leaving the reporters scrambling in our wake.

Sure enough, by the next day, his words had already spread like wildfire across the internet.

"Ms. Sinclair from Eclipse Pack Healing from Heartbreak! Unwilling to Reveal Romance with Jasper!" Countless similar headlines and articles swarmed social media, quickly climbing the trending charts.

Lilian's POV: Five days later, I was finally released from the police station.

Exhausted and unsteady on my feet, I climbed into the family car, where the driver was already waiting. The ride back to the Moonveil Pack's mansion was silent, the weight of everything that had happened pressing down on me.

The moment I stepped inside, I spotted my father-the Alpha-seated on the couch, his face grim and unreadable. Instinctively, I lowered my head, avoiding his piercing gaze.

I made a beeline for the stairs, hoping to slip away unnoticed, but his voice rang out, sharp and commanding. "Stop right there!"

Though his voice wasn't raised, the sheer authority behind it made my body tense. A shiver ran down my Fran down spine as stood frozen in place. After a long pause, I finally turned around and forced myself to take slow, hesitant steps toward him. My throat felt dry, but I still managed to whisper, "Dad... "

"You still have the nerve to callthat?" he snapped, his voice laced with fury. His piercing glare burned intoas he stood, stepping around the couch until he was right in front of me. Before I could react, his hand swung through the air-strikinghard across the face. I stood there, completely stunned, my mind blank as I clutched my face. The sting of pain barely registered before a wave of grievance and heartbreak crashed over me, and tears began streaming down my cheeks.

"You still have the audacity to cry?" my father's voice thundered, his fury unwavering. "Do you even understand the disaster you've N.O. caused this time? It's one thing to mess around, but getting yourself thrown into the police station? If I hadn't pulled sstrings to bail you out, you'd be rotting in jail right now!" His finger jabbed toward my face. 1.8K mmMwWLlilofiflo&1 mmMwWLlilofiflo&1 mmMwWLlilofiflo&1 mmMwWLlilofiflo&1 mmMwWLliIofifl0&1 mmMwWLlilofiflo&1