No Remarriage: You Don't Deserve Me (Lenora and Zachary)
Chapter 370 My Mother Passed Away Long Ago

Chapter 370 My Mother Passed Away Long Ago

Film crew.

Having just finished filming a scene, Lenora was in the makeup room, engrossed in the script.

A staff member peeked through the door. Spotting Lenora, he entered. "Ms. Wilkin, there's someone looking for you outside." "Who is it?" Lenora looked up from the script.

In this situation, it was clear that the visitor must have some connection with the actress. Otherwise, the staff wouldn't have made a special announcement. If not, fans would be lining up to meet their idol. "She said she's your mom."

unned for a few seconds, Lenora regained her composure and calmly told the staff member, "My mother left over twenty years ago. The person outside is definitely a fraud. Please ask them to leave." The staff member was taken aback for a moment. Did she mean "passed away" when she said "left"?

"All right. I'll have her leave right away."

The staff member arrived at the car parked outside the set's fencing, casting sidelong glances at Jasmine in the backseat. She appeared perfectly respectable. Who would have thought she was actually a fraud? She bluntly told Jasmine, "You should leave. Ms. Wilkin doesn't want to see you."

A frown creased Jasmine's elegant brows, a flicker of impatience flashing in her eyes. "Did you inform her of who I am?" she asked.

"Yes."

"What did she say?"

"Hey, you! I'm trying to save you some face here, but you just don't get it, do you? Do you know what Ms. Wilkin said? She said her mother passed away twenty years ago. You're nothing but a liar! What are you still doing here? Get lost!" The staff member turned and walked away.

Jasmine was baffled.

No wonder Lenora hadn't sought her out all these years. Had she been under the impression that her mother was dead all this time?

"Mrs. Hoffman, what should we do now?" the driver in the front seat asked, a puzzled look in his eyes.

Jasmine said, "Hold on a moment."

She pulled out her phone and had someone look up Lenora's phone number.

Previously, the two had communicated, but she had used a police officer's phone, so Jasmine hadn't taken note of it at all.

A few minutes later, the number was sent to her phone, and she dialed it right away.

"Ms. Wilkin, you have a phone call." The assistant approached, holding the ringing phone.

Due to her recent hectic schedule, Lenora hired a personal driver to help her with her transportation needs.

She also brought on board two temporary assistants; one to manage her growing number of photography appointments and the other to handle her drama production tasks. Additionally, she had a dedicated assistant for the charity foundation. She wasn't actually too fond of being referred to in such a cordial manner, but her assistant seemed to enjoy doing that.

The assistant was a senior college student who worked part-time. She had successfully bypassed the entrance exam for graduate school and only had a few classes left in the previous term. She had no classes

term, and her graduation thesis was almost completed. She decided to work temporarily, only for a months. Yet, it was perfect timing for Lenora because she wouldn't have another role after finishing this film.

Lenora cast a glance and noticed an unfamiliar number from Jeahron. For some reason, her thoughts inexplicably drifted toward Jasmine.

She instructed her assistant, "When you answer the call, tell them I'm working and will talk after I finish filming. Handle all unknown calls this way in the future unless they mention it's urgent. If they leave a message, you can notify me." "All right. I understand," the assistant replied.

Lenora's gaze fell upon the script, but her thoughts had drifted far away.

After more than twenty years of no contact, Jasmine's sudden appearance couldn't possibly be due to a surge of mother-daughter affection. There must have been something she needed.

But what could it have been?

It wasn't until others in the makeup room made a sound that Lenora snapped back to reality. She chased away the doubts in her mind and continued reading the script.

The assistant stepped aside to answer the call. "Hello, this is Ms. Wilkin's assistant. May I know who's speaking?"

"I'm her mother. Let her take the phone call."

The assistant was momentarily taken aback.

Lenora's mother?

However, if it was really Lenora's mother, how could it possibly be an unknown number?

Clearly, Lenora did not recognize the number.

The assistant glanced back to see the stage manager had already come to call Leñora for a scene rehearsal. She then spoke into the microphone. "I'm sorry, but Ms. Wilkin is currently working. If there's anything urgent, you can tell me, and I'll relay the message. I not wrent could you please war suit for tristes work before calling again

I'm her mother, not some random person and her the phone Jessie's tone was firm as the reserved her point.

The assistant responded, "I'm sorry, but Ms. Wilkin is verently occupied with work it's tot weat, I'll have to hang up now. You can call back when the is off duty

After hanging up the phone, the assistant picked up the water cup and headed to the filming location

Lenora was engaged in a scene with another actor, while the assistant of the other actor was on standby around the set.

The two of them started chatting, and somehow, the conversation veered toward online scars. The assistant, recalling the incident from earlier, couldn't help but vent to the other assistant, "Indeed, the moms of online scams nowadays are limitless. I even encountered one presended to omeope eke's mother."

I've actually experienced something like this. Scammers would gather the voices and speech patterns of ked ones and then use Al to simulate them Sometimes, they couldn't even distinguish the difference"

It's terrifying the assistant exclaimed.

Just past three in the afternoon, Lenora finished filming and left the set, heading toward the car parked by the street.

Having an assistant indeed made things a lot easier. For instance, while Lenora was changing clothes in the drewing room, the assistant had already contacted the driver to bring the car near the set. This saved Lenora the trouble of walking to the parking lot. She was about to get into the backseat of the car when she suddenly heard a female voice calling from nearby, "Lenora!"

Lenora's figure abruptly halted.

She had only heard this voice once, yet it was incredibly familiar.

Unexpectedly, Jasmine demonstrated such determination. She was still waiting here.

It seemed like the matter was quite significant.

Lenóra turned her head calmly, looking at Jasmine with surprise. "It's you? What brings you here? I don't think I've done anything to offend you or your son this time, have 1?"

Janine's face stiffened as she stepped forward in her stiletto heels, suppressing the dissatisfaction that had been brewing inside her for a long time. This has nothing to do with the last incident. I have something to tell you. Come with me."

She turned and started to walk away. After a few steps, she realized that Lenora was still standing where she left her. She hadn't followed her.

Lenora looked at her, her tone cool as she said, "You think I'll just go because you asked me to? Are we that close? If you have something to say, just spit it out. If not, I'll be on my way."

She was incredibly busy. There was an evening social event she had to attend where an individual was interested in joining the foundation with funding.

Although Lenora was reluctant to use the foundation as a means to make money, she knew she

confátt outright reject everyone all at once. Instead, she decided to meet with them first before making any decisions. After all, there truly were people who genuinely wanted to donate Jasmine clenched her fist, glancing at the passersby around her. "Are you sure you want to talk about it here?"

"Stop dawdling."

"Let me get straight to the point. Nora, I am your mother." Jasmine took a slow step forward, her gaze settling on Lenora's face, her eyes filled with indescribable emotions. "I've returned" Lenora found the situation rather amusing deep inside. She looked at her with a hint of sarcasm and sad "I don't have a mother. She passed away a long time ago."