Save Myself from Desperation by Cara Agnes

saw Cayla Hardin’s face was pale, as if she had lost too much blood, and she was haggard. Her left wrist was wrapped with thick white gauze, and she was still wearing a hospital gown. She was so weak that she had difficulty moving. She was helped out of the car by Abby Blake. Up and down.

Seeing Cayla Hardin looking so haggard, fans’ eyes instantly turned red.

The reporters at the press conference swarmed around and talked in all directions:

“Cayla, how are you doing? Why do you look weaker than yesterday?”

“Hey, Cayla just escaped from the danger of committing suicide yesterday. She is here to attend the press conference today. Can she not be haggard?”

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Amid the inquiries, Cayla Hardin spoke angrily, “Thank you for your concern. I’m much better now, nothing serious.”

Abby Blake had a worried look on her face and advised with disapproval, “Cayla, don’t be brave! The wound on your wrist is so deep and it bleeds so much, it won’t be able to heal in a short while!”

As soon as he said this, everyone around him became more sympathetic and compassionate.

Those fans of Cayla Hardin once again chanted “Ashley the murderer! Apologize to Cayla Hardin!”

One of the emotional reporters couldn’t help but have red eyes, “Cayla, you have suffered so many injustices, and you still insist on coming to the press conference today. You are really brave!”

Cayla Hardin bit her pale lower lip, raised her eyes and looked at the camera, weak yet tough, “Actually, I also want to take this opportunity today to express my attitude.”

“The day before yesterday, I couldn’t think about it because of my cowardice, and I almost committed suicide and lost my life. But now, I see so many people supporting me, I regained my determination and courage, and decided to fight against the injustice in the entertainment industry and people like Ashley who bully others. Fight to the end! I also hope everyone can firmly support me!”

As soon as the words fell, the fans around him immediately shouted.

“Support Cayla!”

“We are always here, always with you!”

standing outside stretched out his microphone and asked loudly, “Cayla Hardin, did you see the LiveMe that

hard and almost fainted from

much, but when I accidentally spilled a drink on Ashley on the set, she wanted to kick me out of the set. I had to

want to fight against this bullying behavior to the end, and prevent people like Ashley from ruining the atmosphere of the entertainment industry. Give the entertainment industry a pure land! Let

Hardin’s righteous words received admiration from many

Cayla Hardin were moved to

is really

this in the entertainment

hate that such a

at Cayla Hardin with satisfaction. Yes, she is really good at managing her own

of her, “Please give me a break. Cayla lost too much blood and is still very weak. She doesn’t have the energy

a purpose. This sentence reminds everyone of Cayla Hardin’s suicide attempt. As much as

“This press conference is organized by Ashley, why can’t she show up yet? How can she act like a big

purpose to make herself look haggard, so as to arouse everyone’s sympathy, and then she suffered a misfortune and suffered

driven to commit suicide, what can she

they wished they could drown Ashley to death with

the press conference seemed to have received some prompt from the intercom, and they all ran towards the entrance

like someone

reporters turned around curiously, and it turned

dashing black suit, with red lips, fair skin, and a tall figure. Her stunning face was as stunning as

Ashley were Miranda and Bryce, as well as the chief director of the crew and several

directors is Coen Franklin, whom Cayla Hardin

reporter who just now swore that Ashley would pretend to be haggard was instantly slapped

Bryce, why are

has affected Miranda and Bryce, as well as the crew. Some netizens have begun to boycott the show, so I brought the director here to

reporters suddenly realized that this was the case

and forced her to kneel to you, causing

Miranda, you two watched Ashley bully Cayla Hardin with your own eyes,

the crew through the back door. Are you throwing

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