Being stared at by her cold and fierce eyes, the journalist suddenly felt an inexplicable fear. Swallowing hard, the journalist couldn't utter a single word under Maya Monroe's gaze.
With a signal from Ryan Spencer, bodyguards and assistants began to block off the entertainment reporters.
By this time, the event organizers had already sent over vehicles. Ryan patted Maya Monroe's shoulder, "The car's here, let's get in."
Maya Monroe boarded the car under the escort of several bodyguards.
"I thought we were thoroughly prepared, and we even increased the number of bodyguards, but I didn't expect something like this to happen..." Ryan's voice was slightly dejected, but as he raised his head, a hint of relief appeared in his eyes, "Thankfully, you're okay..."
"This is a blessing in disguise... No, as long as you're fine, it's fortunate, Maya." He sighed with lingering fears.
"By the way, how did you manage to subdue him?"
