Chapter 707


    Once the door opened, it was hard to close.


    Countless shes of light beamed at me. They could not wait to take pictures of me or anything rted to me so that they had


    something toment on the Inte.


    “Madam, we might have to get out of the car." A bodyguard said, his voice breathy and shaky from panic.


    Even though | was under the protection of two bodyguards, the group of reporters were like a pack of hungry wolves; they


    definitely outnumbered us and we only stood to lose if we left the car.


    The road was blocked, and there was no way for us to escape.


    Numerous cameras and video cameras were directed at me, interrogative voices mixed with abusive words filled my ears. They


    could not wait to force me onto a stand, coercing me to confess to the things they wanted to hear.


    The phone in my pocket vibrated vigorously. | knew now, without a doubt, that | had been exposed to everyone.


    Hendrix was calling me.


    Subconsciously, | reached to fish out my phone but | lost my grip on it and dropped it somewhere.


    My vision blurred and | felt myself getting sucked into a daze. People were truly powerful. Even though | was just surrounded by


    them, it was enough to scare me to the core. | wasn''t sure how my face looked right now, but | gathered | must be looking


    ghastly.


    Evan rushed over with more than 20 bodyguards behind him. After opening a path amongst the crowd, he quickly helped me out.


    Ignoring the reporters’ words, | lowered my head, thinking about how Hendrix had secretly protected me for so long, but that all


    seemed to be wasted effort.


    Plus, with the appearance of Evan, who was Hendrix''s special assistant who followed him everywhere, this would undoubtedly


    stir up more spections and rumors among the reporters.


    Someone asked loudly, "Evan, the Robert Group and Granger Group have been openly and secretly fighting with each other for


    years. Is it because of thatdy beside you?"


    Evan did not say anything. He helped me walk out of the crowd.


    Someone else raised his voice, "Miss Reid, how many years has it been since you had a rtionship with both Mr. Granger and


    Mr. Roberts? | heard that you have a daughter with you. Is she Mr. Granger or Mr. Roberts’ child?"


    Without a doubt, these words were like a pot of dirty water that was sshed onto the ground, shocking me andpletely


    catching me off guard.


    | froze, a chill radiating down my spine. Evan frowned and whispered, "Let''s get out of here first."


    | got into the car, and the car door closed with a loud bag, drowning off all the noises outside.


    Instead of returning to the vi, Evan brought me to Chill Mount Vi in the eastern suburb, which was a city away from our usual


    vi.


    After getting out of the car, Evan took me directly into the bedroom and told me, "The doctor wille soon. You should wash up


    first, and I''ll ask someone to prepare something to eat.”


    After that, he left without another word.


    Winter had begun in Jarold City, but the air felt much colder than usual.


    All the newly purchased clothes had been ced in the closet - all of which were new clothes of the season.


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    My head was buzzing. The bedroom door opened, and | saw Hendrix''s handsome face tensed.


    A doctor was behind him. He ordered,


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    Evan nodded and left.


    He walked over to me and hugged me without saying a thing. The doctor opened the first aid kit.


    He looked at me, "Madam, | need to see where you wounded yourself."


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    Hendrix''s arms that were hugging me tightened. He looked at the doctor and said, "Please be gentle. She''s not good with pain!"


    The doctor nodded and pressed on the bruise lightly with his fingertips. After a pause, he looked at me and asked, "Does it hurt?"