Chapter 127

Zendaya’s POV

I was watching the television about the president's party when I saw the question being asked. This hit me hard. Seeing him frown and angry on the day he was supposed to be happy had me gritting my teeth.

“Damn you Travis,” I growled. This was all his fault. The same way Asher would blame me until he died is the same way I would blame Travis for being the reason this was there. I would have gone through this without any problem if I had just deleted this stupid file.

Instead I had saved it in my laptop. Now I was stuck with an eternity of guilt and shame.

So was the president since his entire secret was out.

The question asked by the reporter could run the rest of his day. I wondered how he would act if he came back to me. Would he even want to talk to me or would he be angry that I had caused this much problem?

How tactless could this reporter be to have hit the man with such a low blow?

Asher on the television only frowned for a while before turning to the camera to sm