Lisha Alcock nodded blankly.
"Someone even more powerful than Gary White?" Denise opened her mouth slightly and fell silent for a few seconds before her face suddenly turned extremely unpleasant. She trembled her lips and said with difficulty, "Could it be... the Heath family?"
"Joanna Lawrence’s real backer is from the Heath family?!"
"Impossible." Lisha Alcock denied it desperately with a frightened face, "It can’t be someone from the Heath family, it’s impossible. How could she know someone from the Heath family? It’s not possible."
"If it’s not someone from the Heath family, then who could it be?" Denise didn’t want her guess to become reality either.
Because offending someone from the Heath family was even more terrifying than offending Gary White.
If it was Gary White, they could still plead for mercy.
But if it was the Heath family...
"I don’t know either." Lisha Alcock irritatedly ruffled her hair, "But whoever that person is, it shouldn’t be from the Heath family."
She still didn’t want to admit that Joanna Lawrence could have connections with someone from the Heath family.
That was the most prominent and powerful family in Closia, symbolizing supreme power and wealth.
Mr. Ashton from the Heath family was very low-profile and spent most of the time overseas, so nobody knew what he looked like.
However, it wasn’t hard to imagine.
Young Master Brandon from the Heath family often appeared in the public eye.
That was an extremely good-looking man.
Being from the Heath family, Mr. Ashton’s appearance shouldn’t be too far off.
Born into a wealthy family with such an attractive appearance, these men were truly top-notch among the top grade.
It was a once-in-a-lifetime encounter.
How could Joanna Lawrence possibly know such an amazing man?
"Your only choice is to beg Joanna Lawrence." After a long silence, Denise said solemnly, "No matter who the man behind her is, it’s someone we can’t afford to provoke. The reason why your scandals were exposed is because that person wants to vent his anger for Joanna Lawrence."
"If you can obtain her forgiveness, there might still be a way out for you. Otherwise..." Denise’s voice turned even colder, "No one can protect you."
Lisha Alcock couldn’t believe it: "You want me to apologize to Joanna Lawrence?"
"What else can you do? Do you want to just give up? Is pride more important or your future? Think it through." Denise took a deep look at her, "If you lose your current glory, you’ll be back to the time when you had nothing. Can you...bear it?"
After leaving the film crew, Joanna Lawrence took a taxi back to the hotel.
Halfway there, she received a phone call.
She picked it up, and Lady Octavia’s voice came from the other end of the phone.
Her cold, emotionless voice rang clearly into Joanna’s ears: "Joanna Lawrence, I’m waiting for you at the coffee shop in your hotel. Let’s meet."
After hanging up the phone, Joanna looked a little dazed.
"Joanna, are you alright?" Nina, who was going back with her, noticed her pale face and asked with concern.
Joanna locked her phone and shook her head, "It’s nothing."
"Are you really okay?" Nina still looked worried.
She could tell that Joanna’s mood had changed after the call.
She didn’t know who called her.
"Mm, I’m fine." Joanna put her phone in her bag, turned her head, and looked contemplatively outside the window.
Lady Octavia had actually come to Frankfurt.
For her, this was an unexpected surprise.
Although she didn’t know what Lady Octavia wanted to talk about, she could guess that it wouldn’t be anything good.