Jacquelyn could barely maintain her elegant expression.
Haleigh stomped her feet in anger.
Both men and women admired Harry's appearance, from the elders to the youngsters. As his senior fan, Haleigh had always looked forward to meeting her idol, but she didn't expect it to be like this.
Haleigh wondered, What kind of hypnosis Aylin has?
Let the men speak for her one by one, desperately protecting her?
Aylin ignored their mean eyes and smiled brightly, saying, "Ms. Wescott, if you are so jealous, why don't you behave yourself first? If you care about your people, perhaps a man with unusual tastes will fall in love with you."
Jacquelyn clenched her teeth. Her fingernails were deeply embedded in her palm, reminding her not to lose her temper in pain.