Olivia had no idea about the dispute happening at the hotel in Pacifica Island.
After directly confronting all the journalists, she turned around and grabbed the man's hand behind her, walking away in front of everyone.
She walked away openly, with confidence, not at all like what others thought. Today, she didn't slink away like a street rat being attacked.
Instead, after strongly expressing her stance, those in the crowd who were inciting the rhythm by throwing eggs turned pale with fear, overwhelmed and at a loss.
Enna walked fast, steadily.
She firmly grasped the man's rugged wrist, expressionless as she moved through the crowd.
Under her powerful aura, the crowd automatically made way. Just like that, she held the proud man's hand and passed through the crowd, surrounded by a sea of flashlights and journalists, leaving with grace—
