Chapter Twenty-Five: That Damn Jerk

While Mike scrolled through the hot topics, his eyes widened in shock as he said, "Oh my god, Ashton, you need to check this out! Tristan just stepped in to back Layla up!" Ashton, who had been casually waiting for Layla's call, suddenly sat up straight and grabbed Mike's phone. "What?" He asked in surprise. Seeing the screen, Ashton's temples throbbed with anger, sparking a rush of panic that quickly turned into fury. Without a second thought, he dialed Layla's number. Meanwhile, overwhelmed by the swarm of reporters, Layla heard her phone ring and saw Ashton's name flashing on the screen. She didn't hesitate to guess the reason for his call. She initially wanted to ignore the call. However, she knew that if she didn't pick up now, he'd dial a hundred or a thousand more times, or worse, might even show up at her office. To dodge more unwanted attention, Layla reluctantly answered. Before she could speak, Ashton's pointed questions pierced through the line, "Who does Tristan thi