"Hey, isn’t that girl the Clarke Family’s young lady? No wonder she looked so familiar to ." At this mont, soone 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 na 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 cara, 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 et a cold and indifferently handso face, eyes like a hawk’s, piercing enough to ensnare one’s very soul.
Mason... Mason Nightshade!
Gustavo Yates grabbed the person, lifted him, and tossed him to the ground, then turned back to consult Mason Nightshade, "Boss."
"Hand them over to the police later," Mason Nightshade said coldly, without even casting a glance at the person on the ground. He walked straight towards that striking figure often hard to ignore in the crowd.
The scene turned silent as death, the previously boisterous reporters now wished they could dig a hole and bury themselves, disappearing from this powerful and dangerous atmosphere at once.
Why did Mason Nightshade suddenly co over? They were mistaken; how could they think that there would be no feelings left after a divorce?
Oh, wait, could it be that Mason Nightshade ca in person to deal with his ex-wife?
Even if there was such a possibility, not a single reporter dared to raise their cara to take a photo.
Mason Nightshade stopped in front of Aurelia Shaw.
Aurelia Shaw raised an eyebrow, eyeing the man. Several months without seeing him, his facial features appeared more defined and harsh, especially his eyes, sharp like a wolf’s, deep and endlessly black, gazing at you with an overwhelming sense of oppression.
"Ma... Mason Nightshade!" Emma Clarke’s eyes widened, unable to believe what she was seeing, "It really is Mason Nightshade!" Suddenly, she rembered the relationship between Mason Nightshade and the Queen.
Blocking in front of the Queen, her small fra trembled under Mason Nightshade’s strong oppressive aura yet did not retreat, biting her lower lip firmly, her eyes avoiding the sharp man before her, but the intention was obvious: she wouldn’t let him harm the Queen.
Mason Nightshade looked steadily at Aurelia Shaw for a few seconds, then glanced coldly at the surrounding reporters, his voice chilling and nacing: "Still not leaving?"
The reporters fled in panic, clutching their equipnt.
Aurelia Shaw’s expression turned subtle; who could have imagined that this sa voice had once used such a gentle tone to tell her fairy tales to help her sleep?
"Thank you, your Majesty." The girl’s low voice rose.
Emma Clarke kept sneaking glances at Mason Nightshade, realizing he had no intention of leaving or doing anything to the Queen, she felt relieved.
She expressed her gratitude to the Queen.
But faced with reporters, she had been bold and arrogant, whereas in front of Aurelia Shaw, she blushed shyly, pursed her lips, and glanced nervously at Aurelia Shaw.
Seeing the Queen smile warmly at her, the sense of distance in Emma Clarke’s heart almost vanished, her nervousness eased by that bright smile.
The Queen’s smile was truly beautiful, with none of the aloofness seen on TV.
Emma Clarke’s heart raced with nerves, feeling she was almost turned by the Queen’s looks, if not for the cold air emitting man beside her.
"Are you hurt?" Aurelia Shaw gently inquired, ignoring the powerful man with the cold deanor.
The softened voice was pleasant to hear, causing Mason Nightshade’s ears to twitch unconsciously, although his face remained stiff, revealing no unusual expression.
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