Chapter 394 - Save Me...

At the same time, two newspapers reached opposite conclusions from the same surveillance video clip, which excited the readers.

This meant that they would become detectives, trying to figure out which one was wrong and which one was right among the two newspapers. They would criticize and defend accordingly. It was going to be quite an interesting matter!

Who was telling the truth?

In reality, when both newspapers were placed side by side, everyone already had their answer. The New York Post had quickly convicted Roy with just one image and the word "resembles." The Entertainer, on the other hand, used similar images but calculated the man's height scientifically by comparing it with a reference object and pointed out a significant "earring" flaw. Readers could easily analyze the evidence themselves.

While the height discrepancy could be explained as a measurement error, the earring was a clear and distinct feature. Could someone grow an earring hole within such a short time and leave no trace of it? 

Some reporters brought recent photos of Roy, especially those taken after the incident and TV clips, and confirmed that there were no ear piercings visible on him. Even this alone could prove that the person in the supposed surveillance footage could not be Roy.

Since the man in the video could not be Roy, Keira, who had exposed the photos, was portrayed as a malicious fraudster, a devil who had deceived the public! 

For a while, on the fast-spreading and communicative internet, there was a wave of curses and condemnation against that woman. Especially those who had pitied her for the past few days, believing she had suffered an unfortunate fate, now felt duped. The sympathy they had shown her earlier had turned into intense dislike.

When Keira learned of this situation, she was terrified. She could see from her hotel window that it was surrounded by many reporters, and there were even protest crowds holding signs, demanding her arrest to warn all greedy deceivers not to take the public for fools!

Peering through the curtain's gap, she could see how furious the people below were. She could also see the police officers who had arrived to disperse the crowd attempting to enter the hotel.

She couldn't understand how things had turned out like this. She had carefully considered many details when she first met Roy, such as the time and location of their encounter. There should have been no mistake. Yet, how could the "Roy" in the surveillance footage not be Roy?

The height discrepancy could be attributed to an error, but she had no way to refute the earring evidence. At that time, when she was working on his massage, she hadn't paid attention to whether he had an earring or not. Who would have thought that it would become evidence of her deception?

Could she have really mistaken someone else for Roy at the time? The thought crossed her mind, but she immediately dismissed it. She was confident that she had provided her services to Roy himself. If she revealed the massage parlor's involvement and allowed them to search for any evidence of their connection, it would prove she was not lying.

However, even if she did that, there was no guarantee she could obtain the evidence, and her true identity might be exposed. The result would be that she would still be seen as the fraudster who used Roy for fame, something she absolutely did not want.

"What should I do?" She looked downstairs in horror and finally decided to dial Faaris's phone. "Save me!"

At the same time, at an airport in Los Angeles, a luxurious private plane was slowly taxiing to its designated spot. The company's logo of Morin Media Group was prominently displayed on the plane's body!

Airports were one of the favorite stakeout spots for paparazzi. They often captured shots of celebrities coming and going from here, which could be sold to fashion magazines or used to speculate on various topics.

Today, as usual, paparazzo Gary was lurking at the airport, holding his precious camera. He scanned the crowd with radar-like eyes. He paid special attention to those who covered themselves with big sun hats and sunglasses, making them likely candidates for celebrities.

This was Los Angeles, after all, and many Hollywood stars frequented this airport. Even if they couldn't catch a major scoop, snapping a few shots of their airport attire could earn them some money.

While he was scanning the area, a woman wearing sunglasses that covered most of her face entered his line of sight.

With just one glance, Gary was convinced that this was definitely a celebrity! Her clothing, her appearance, and her posture while walking—all of it indicated a significant difference from ordinary people. When he noticed a few burly bodyguards accompanying the woman, he became even more certain. Ordinary people didn't have such a large entourage when exiting through the VIP channel!

"Who could it be? She looks like a model, Caucasian with black hair..." Gary pondered for a moment, then slapped his thigh in realization. "Oh, my! That's Laila Moran! She's back! I'm going to make a fortune!" Excited, he quickly pressed the shutter button on his camera and started snapping pictures of Laila.

Laila and her bodyguards had noticed the paparazzo in the corner, but such encounters were a common occurrence for her, and she couldn't be bothered with such trivial matters. This time, her return was solely to handle Roy's affairs and send him off to work on another film set for some personal growth. He was like a trouble-making machine, always bringing her problems. Whenever he stopped causing her trouble and suddenly transformed into a mature and responsible man, she would start suspecting that the end of the world was near!

As she was about to get into her car to head to the company, the news of her return had already taken a prominent position on the front page of a news portal. The paparazzo who had taken the photos of her had lucked out with this chance encounter and sold the pictures for a good price. This sparked curiosity in many people who had unintentionally come across the news.

Many knew that she had gone to the East for investment projects, and many knew that she was supposed to stay there for a long time. Her sudden return could only mean one thing—trouble for the woman called Keira!