Leighton's brief feeling of gratitude disappeared in an instant.

After finishing the police report and stepping outside, they were greeted by a throng of reporters and fans.

The police presence at the station helped keep things orderly, maintaining a relatively stable situation.

As Leighton guided Nicole to the car, someone suddenly called out his name, "Leighton!" Leighton glanced up.

An egg -sized stone came hurtling toward him, catching him off guard.

But before he could react, a figure leapt in front of him, shielding him from the blow—it was Nicole.

The stone struck the back of her head, causing her to wince in pain as she stumbled forward.

Instinctively, Leighton reached out to steady her.

her brow, reaching up to touch the

away warm and wet, stained

held hers, his face drained of color, looking

angrily, "You mongrel! We worked hard to make

us?" The situation escalated

attacker moved closer, the officers rushed

insults, "If I knew you were this kind of scum, I wouldn't have supported you! Do you think you're talented? Do you think we're drawn to your skills? If it weren't for your looks, who the hell would've supported you! You're nothing without our adoration, just trash!" Onlookers and media personnel

as he glared at the extremist fan pinned to the

demeanor; otherwise, he wouldn't have earned the nickname "pit bull." His current mood

shook with excitement, anticipating the headlines they were about to

cool, Nicole suddenly

clung to his clothes, murmuring, "I feel a bit dizzy." Before anyone could react, she

her up, cradling her in

his path, eager to get

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