"Quick, chase her, she’s just ahead!"
"Got it, got it, she can’t escape!"
The journalists swarmed forward, racing in the direction of Eva Nightingale.
Eva was pregnant, carrying two little ones, she couldn’t run, couldn’t run at all!
But would she really be caught by those reporters ?
She kept pushing forward.
She turned another corner, and suddenly, "bam," she collided into a solid, warm embrace.
A familiar male scent forcefully invaded her nostrils.
"Mmm." It was a familiar fragrance.
Panicked, she looked up abruptly, the President? The Crown Prince, why is it him again?
Lucas Knight wrapped his big arms around her, pulling this little woman into his embrace, gently stroking her.
The reporters had already caught up, still shouting, "Quick, we’ve got her, take the pictures fast!"
Lucas Knight held Eva tight, his expression extremely cold, those narrow, deep phoenix eyes filled with malice; those who knew him knew this was a sign he was about to get angry.
Harry North stepped out from behind, accompanied by the bodyguards, to block the reporters: "Do you think you can take pictures of the President’s scandal?"
A prominent figure resident at the Nightfall Palace.
So, many journalists frequently camped here, risking everything for a shot, because once a scandal was caught on film, it would easily earn a fortune.
with some luck, they might even capture photos of a certain film queen and a certain CEO’s passionate kiss, or even an intimate palace scene.
The journalists were dumbfounded, their bodies trembling as they looked at the man exuding noble aura.
The Imperial Crown Prince.
He was actually holding Eva Nightingale in his arms...
What would the President do with them?
The journalists suddenly felt a twinge of regret, their bravado vanishing: "Mr... President..."
Lucas Knight ignored them.
Holding the little woman tighter, he whispered into her ear with concern, "Honey, are you alright?"
If she were even slightly hurt,
he would make sure these reporters paid for it.
Didn’t they know the meaning of the word "death"?
"I’m fine." She had indeed been frightened earlier, being alone with dozens of reporters, unable to run too fast.
She thought she would be caught by those reporters.
Unexpectedly, he appeared suddenly.
She shook her head, cuddled in the strong embrace of the man, feeling so comfortable: "Honey, I’m fine."
She always felt that his embrace was especially warm.
"Good girl." He kissed her forehead, then turned his cold eyes to Harry North, said nothing, and left with the little woman in his arms.
Harry North stared at the shivering reporters.
Sternly said: "Who allowed you to shoot scandals? Filming Miss Eva Nightingale?"
"We won’t dare, we won’t dare—" The reporters nodded and bowed, all just trying to make a living.
Who knew they’d provoke a big figure.
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That night, the scandals turned out :
#Breaking, the President’s most cherished woman#
#The President’s Girlfriend#
#The President’s Beloved#
These kinds of headlines, along with photo sets, went viral across the Sovereign Capital overnight.
And the journalists in the circle also received orders, later, whoever saw Eva Nightingale, must be respectful.
Because the scandal had already been released.
Announcing to the entire Sovereign Capital, even the entire Sovereign Empire.
Eva Nightingale, is Lucas Knight’s woman.