Predestined Marriage

Christopher was enraged, with an intimidating air. The other reporters looked at each other and took half a step back, not daring to speak again.

Christopher was the new rising star in Hoover City and people like him were usually brought up in a powerful family, not the kind one wanted to mess up with.

Even the male reporter who had been pinched by Christopher didn't dare to shout out at all. He could only clench his teeth to endure the pain, and his forehead was already covered in sweat.

Christopher did not glance at anyone.

He just lowered his head to look at Molly on the ground.

Just now, Molly had tried her best to stop the reporters. Her hair was messed up, and there were even a few footprints on her trousers. She looked terrible.

Molly also raised her head to look at Christopher. Seeing his stern face, she thought that Christopher was mad at being involved.

She did not dare to say anything. At this moment, with so many reporters, if she, Jessica's manager, said anything wrong, Jessica would still have to pay for her mistakes.

She propped herself on the ground with one hand, trying to get up, but she was then stepped on the leg. She did not feel much pain then, but now, she started to feel numb and failed to stand up.

up!" Christopher's voice was neither light nor heavy, but it sounded bone-chilling, as if it could get inside through the

came

shock because of what

met Christopher from time to time and they

always been very kind. This was the first time she had seen Christopher so angry. She was as scared as

reporters coming up were male. He stopped them from walking towards Molly. He stood behind her and held her waist with both hands. He

lifted up all of a sudden. She fell into Christopher's arms before

chest, Molly panicked and

he still kindly lifted her up from the ground. Yet she was so

didn't even dare to look at

if she didn't dare to look, she could guess what Christopher was like at

be as stern as that when

from his hands, again supporting

was too thin to stop