"Hey, isn't that girl the Clarke Family's young lady? No wonder she looked so familiar to me." At this moment, someone whispered in the crowd.
These words reached the male journalist's ears.
He shivered fiercely; as a journalist, he also knew the Clarke Family, though their power couldn't match the Nightshade Family, their name was equally formidable.
The Clarke Family's heiress is actually also a fan of Aurelia Shaw?
Bang—The male journalist felt his brain couldn't process this, leaving him in a blank state, stiff and staring dumbly. Suddenly, hearing the sound of police sirens approaching, he snapped back to his senses, grabbed his camera, and tried to run.
Turning around, he bumped into a robust chest.
The journalist's head spun as he lifted his head, ready to curse the person for not watching where he was going, only to meet a cold and indifferently handsome face, eyes like a hawk's, piercing enough to ensnare one's very soul.
Mason... Mason Nightshade!
