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.

brow, reaching up to touch the spot

away warm and wet,

hand trembled as he held hers, his face drained of color,

shouted angrily, "You mongrel! We worked hard to make you

escalated rapidly, catching even the nearby

the attacker moved closer, the officers rushed in to

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

of her weight, as he glared at the extremist fan pinned to the ground, his

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

excitement, anticipating the headlines they were about to

about to lose his cool, Nicole suddenly went

held her close, his emotions strained as he called out to her, "Are you okay?" Pale-faced, Nicole weakly clung to his clothes, murmuring, "I feel a bit dizzy." Before anyone

up,

his path, eager to

The Novel will be updated daily. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

Comments ()

0/255