Let Love Takes Away All This Pain By Jenna Writes novel Chapter 287

Chapter 287: What 

The sound was strange. 

With anger and hate. 

Alva looked over. The reporter looked over. 

A short, handsome girl with red hair and a jacket glared at her. 

Alva looked at the girl and said. “I don’t know you.” 

Indeed, she had never met the girl. 

Not at all. 

The girl stepped on high boots, strode over, raised her chin, heavily made up face was angry, “You don’t know me, but I know you!” 

After saying that, he grabbed Alva’s hair and pointed to Alva’s face and said to reporters: “She is a bitch, you give me a good picture of her 

face, and put this bitch face on your front page headlines!” 

The reporter immediately grabbed the camera and clicked. 

Alva grabbed the girl’s hand with anger in her eyes. “Let go!” 

When the girl heard her speak, she lifted her other hand and slapped Alva in the face. 

Alva’s mind went blank and her eardrums vibrated. 

The girl pointed to her, “The dirty bitch, dare to talk to me like that!” 

Then he slapped again, but this time the girl’s hand was pinched. 

Chapter 287 What 

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The girl frowned and looked at the man who held her hand. 

The man in a black suit, wearing sunglasses, tall and powerful. 

It’s scary to watch. 

But the girl was not afraid at all. Not only was she not afraid, she stared at the man and shouted, “What are you, let Miss Ben’s hand go!” 

Alva reacts and looks at the man. 

The man was tall, a head taller than she was, and his dark glasses obscured his eyes, not his eyes, but his expressionless face. 

But none of that matters. What matters is that she doesn’t know this 

man. 

Who is this man? 

Just then a man came up to her and said. “Miss Gellar, go to the car first.” 

Alva looks at men, dressed like men holding girls’ hands, like bodyguards. 

Her mind moved, nodding, “Good.” 

Turn and follow the man out. 

When the girl saw Alva leaving, she cried out, “Bitch, stop right there!” 

Alva stopped, the reporter still pointing his camera at her. 

It’s like you want to freeze her every expression, every move. 

Alva turned to the girl who was glaring at her, her eyes clear. “Talking to a stranger is a bitch. Is that what your parents taught you?” 

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The girl’s face changed. “You…” 

“If so, they have failed miserably.” 

Alva turned and got into the car with the man, and soon the car drove 

away. 

The girl reacts and yells. “Alva, you bitch, who said anything about my parents? You wait!” 

When the reporter saw that Alva was gone, they followed. 

The girl stood staring at the car, her hands clenched in fists, her eyes full of anger. 

Bitch!