C11 It Didn't Matter If He Wanted to Hear It

After getting into the car, Shirley looked at Helen coldly.

Helen lowered her head timidly and said, "Shirley, can I sit beside you?"

"No."

Everyone in the car looked over as if they were watching a good show. Several cameras also aimed at the two of them.

Helen's body trembled as tears dripped down again.

"Why? Are you still angry about what happened yesterday? I know it's my fault, because I didn't perform well when I took a photo in the pool. That's why you didn't have a photo of me."

"Why are you still here?"

Helen's face turned pale. She did not expect that, in front of the camera, Shirley would not even pretend!

"Yes, I'm sorry..." Helen cried even more miserably. In the camera, her pitiful appearance was quite pitiful. "I was wrong. I'm really sorry... I'm really sorry..."

"Do you really want to apologize?" Shirley lowered her head and looked at Helen's teary eyes, as if she was looking to see if she was crying for real.

Helen lowered her head in panic, "Yes, I really want to apologize …"

"Then go to the back and face the wall." Shirley raised her voice. "Stand in the last row, facing the car door."

The moment she said that, the entire car started to jeer. Rita said, "Shirley, don't go too far. Look at Helen, she was so easily bullied. Don't forget that you fell into the water yourself!"

Helen tilted her head and said, "Look at how pitiful you are. So many people are fighting for you. Do you want me to say 'It's okay'?"

Helen was stunned and nodded her head.

"Oh, then listen carefully... Get closer..." Shirley waved at her.

Helen bent down and timidly put her ear close to Shirley's mouth.

"Get lost!" Shirley suddenly shouted.

"Ah!" Helen screamed as she covered her ears and fell to the ground in fear.

At that moment, everyone in the car was stunned, including the few cameramen. The scene froze on Shirley's cold face.

She smiled sarcastically at the camera and said, "If apologizing is useful, why do we need the police?"

"Ah …" Helen crawled up from the ground and touched Shirley's sharp gaze. Her body trembled and she staggered to the corner.

The camera followed her and another scene of tears appeared. On the other hand, Shirley's expression was cold. She was the standard villain.

All the women in the carriage secretly sneered. On the surface, it looked like Shirley had won, but everyone knew that once the video was released, the public would definitely sympathize with Helen.

However, Shirley did not care at all. She looked at the scenery outside the window with a relaxed expression.

Wilburn sat across from her. He was wearing a Scottish-style woolen wool sweater with Scottish-style narrow plaids. He was wearing simple gray and white nine-piece pants that matched his newly washed flax-colored hair. He looked extremely casual and lazy.

At this moment, he was propping his head with one hand and looking at Shirley with a playful expression.

"The voice just now was very sincere and it sounded like music. Have you learned how to sing?"

Shirley glanced at him and leaned her body over the window to look at the scenery.

"Is the scenery any better than mine?" Wilburn tilted his head and asked doubtfully.

His slender fingers casually brushed his hair and immediately caused the girls in the car to scream.

After all, Wilburn was a top-notch existence among male models, regardless of his heaven-defying looks or his rich background. He was 1.9 meters tall and he had a lazy temperament. When he smiled at the girls, he was like a hundred thousand volts of electricity that could kill people!