Three hours later, the luxurious private plane took off from Linton City Airport.
The red BMW stopped at the entrance of the airport, and Jasmine Clark, in her disguise, managed to gather some news from the ground staff. Her mouth twitched, and a flicker crossed her eyes.
Just then, her cellphone in her purse rang.
She took out her phone and answered it, "Hello."
"Jasmine, have you left the country?"
It was Juliet Jordan.
Jasmine, looking at the airport, hesitated for a moment, "...Yes, I have."
Juliet was no fool; she could hear the hesitation in Jasmine's voice. Anger tinged the voice on the other end of the phone, "Are you still in Linton City?!"
"No, Mom."
"Don't try to lie to me! You're definitely still in Linton City! You're not still thinking about acting in that film, are you?"
"..."