C4 What Kind of Goods Are You Talking About?

Shirley's gaze was locked onto Noah from beginning to end, and she smiled teasingly. Then, according to the posture that Helen had told her, she turned around beautifully, raised her head, and bent down, waving a pair of white wings.

At that moment, the image of Shirley was fixed on the spot. She looked like an angel with a devil's face. Her sexiness almost suffocated everyone present.

Shirley was very pleased with herself. She thought Noah would be amazed, but when they met eyes, Noah's eyes were filled with indifference.

Her heart trembled. Before she could react, her high heels suddenly shook, and the heel broke!

She lost her balance and screamed, falling off the stage in an instant.

"Dong!"

When her head touched the hard ground, she felt a sharp pain on her scalp. There was a sharp weapon piercing through the back of her head. Her vision was dark, and she shook her head violently. After recovering a little, she looked at Noah immediately.

At that moment, she was still hoping that Noah would come over and help her.

But he did not!

When her gaze met the grayish-gray eyes that she had always been looking at, her heart suddenly felt like it had fallen into an icehouse. Because Noah was sitting in the VIP seat without moving, his eyes were still as cold as ever!

"Noah... Save me..." She shouted weakly.

But Noah did not even bat an eyelid. He stared at her coldly as if she was putting on a show.

"No..."

Shirley reached out her hand in despair, wanting to grab Noah, who was right in front of her. This time, she was really in trouble. "Director, save me..."

However, the man in front of her seemed to be getting further and further away. Her vision was getting darker and darker. At this moment, someone rushed over and lifted her up.

"Shirley, are you alright?" It was Helen.

After a short buzzing sound, the audience's laughter exploded in Shirley's ears.

"To please a man, you don't even look at the road!"

"If you fall down, you deserve it..."

Shirley's vision was getting darker and darker. "Save me, Helen. My head hurts..."

Helen touched the large bloodstain on her head and suddenly revealed a sinister smile. She leaned close to Shirley's ear and whispered, "I can't save you, Shirley. A ten-centimeter nail has pierced your head. Even a god can't save you. Go to hell …"

Shirley's eyes suddenly widened. "You, you are the one who hurt me..."

She struggled madly, trying to ask Noah for help, but when she turned around, she realized that the VIP seats were already empty. Noah had actually gotten up and was about to leave!

"Noah …"

Why? Why did it turn out like this? Why was he so cold? She was injured, so how could he turn a blind eye to it?

Noah, who was about to leave, turned around and saw the disdain in her eyes.

A sharp reporter came up to him and asked, "Mr. Benton, the rumors say that you have a mistress. Is that true? If that's true, why didn't you care about her when she fell down from the runway?"

Noah's eyes flashed with disgust as he said coldly, "I don't know this kind of person."

After saying that, Noah walked into the darkness behind him and strode away.

Shirley was stunned on the spot. This kind of person? What kind of person?

Her face suddenly twisted in pain. It hurt more than the back of her head. It was her heart.

"Do you think that Noah would care about you?" Helen's voice was cold as she whispered into her ear, "To Noah, you are just a prostitute who sells her body and her face. You embarrassed him in public, and you even made him lose face. Do you think that Noah likes your coquettish act? Let me tell you, it is already too late! Last time, he said it to me in his bed. Now that he sees you, he wants to vomit. Even if you fall in front of him, he will only feel disgusted..."