Easton Hols glared fiercely at the babbling Valentina, striding over to his car. He understood well that this woman dared to be so presumptuous due to her connections with these paparazzi.
At this mont, his comrades were already blocked a few ters away by the gathered reporters, standing in place waiting for his orders. As soon as he gave the command, his comrades would imdiately disperse these obstructing journalists.
Easton Hols stopped half a ter away from the reporters. At this mont, his face was entirely devoid of expression, his frost-filled eyes fixed on the journalists.
The reporters at the front instantly felt a cold wave fiercely sweeping towards them, causing them to collectively retreat subconsciously.
"This is not a place where you can behave wildly. If you don’t want to be invited for tea by military police, please leave promptly." Easton Hols glanced coldly around before speaking heavily. His voice, although not loud, was sufficient for all the reporters present to hear clearly.
He emitted a chilly aura from head to toe, exuding a presence that commanded respect without anger.
The reporters who just clamored to get the situation clear felt their hearts jolt upon seeing Easton’s expressionless face.
The reporters glanced at Easton Hols and then looked at the soldiers lined up, who at this mont all had solemn expressions with palpable anger radiating off them.
These reporters, who had long been out tracking and interviewing, knew which people and matters could be touched and which absolutely should not be provoked.
After weighing the pros and cons, a few experienced veteran reporters took the initiative to move.
Seeing movent among the reporters, Easton Hols withdrew his gaze and looked at his comrade standing in front of him, "Check their equipnt."
After issuing the command, he turned and headed back to his car.
His comrades quickly sprang into action, starting to inspect the reporters’ equipnt and deleting the recently stored contents on their devices.
There were a total of more than ten dia outlets; his comrades were clearly divided, each person responsible for one dia outlet.
While his comrades were busy here, Easton Hols was not idle either, heading back to deal with Valentina, who was still standing beside his car, unwilling to leave.
Just as Easton walked towards the reporters earlier, Valentina instinctively wanted to follow but suddenly changed her mind when she lifted her foot. She turned to look into the car.
Taking advantage of Easton’s absence, she intended to drag Lily Turner out of the car, confirming Lily’s identity as the third party in front of the reporters.
But when she reached out to pull the car door, she found it locked and couldn’t open it at all.
She leaned on the car window to look inside, but due to the darkness of the window, she could only see vague silhouettes and had no clear sense of what was happening inside.
Valentina was about to knock on the car window when suddenly a hand stretched out from beside, grabbing the hand she had just lifted. Instinctively, she followed the hand to see a familiar face.
"I advise you not to act recklessly."
The person stopping Valentina was Thomas Fisher, who had just walked over. Initially, he wanted to help Easton with his tasks, but he noticed Valentina hovering near the car as he passed by.
He temporarily changed directions to help his big brother deal with the situation here first.
Valentina had already been warned once by Easton Hols, and now hearing Thomas Fisher warning her again made her face turn much uglier than before. She struggled to shake off the hand holding her, "What does this have to do with you? Let go of ."
"Let go of her, let her leave!"
Easton Hols happened upon this scene just as he returned, and he’d toss out a phrase without hesitation.
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