"Are you really Miss Laura Hutchinson?"
"Miss Hutchinson, what exactly happened to the kidnapping case back then? How did you manage to escape?"
"Since you're still alive, Miss Cheng, why haven't you appeared for so many years? Why do you make everyone misunderstand that you've passed away?
"May I know where you have been these years..."
...
The noise seemed to rush out of the sky, and the scene suddenly fell into chaos.
Sooner or later, Horace walked toward Laura before the reporters rushed over. At this moment, he was protecting Laura with Logan, afraid that she would be hurt by the people around her.
Watching Horace try his best to push away the reporters while hugging Laura with concern and worry, Clara lowered her head and looked at her feet. Fear rose from the bottom of her heart. She bit her lips tightly to prevent herself from shivering.
Seeing that Horace and Logan were protecting Laura, they did not even have the chance to interview her, however, their thoughts turned and they ran toward Clara after they saw her.
"Mrs. Kirkland, do you know that Miss Laura is still alive?"
"Mrs. Kirkland, why didn't you come with Mr. Kirkland before?"
"Did you know that Horace would come to pay his respects to Laura? Does this mean that there is indeed something wrong with your relationship with your husband..."
...
More and more reporters ran over to Clara's side. While asking questions, they pushed Clara towards Horace and the others. They wanted to take photos of the four of them. Even if they did not respond, these photos were enough to attract everyone's attention.
Soon, Clara, Horace, Logan and Laura were surrounded.
Seeing the chaos at the scene, the few people Logan brought along to help with the arrangement recovered from the shock that Laura had brought them. They hurried to walk forward to stop the reporters.
They formed a circle and protected Horace and the other three. They moved slowly in the direction of the car and finally arrived at the side of it.
"Young Master, ladies, please go. Leave this to us." After several people helped them get in the car, they lined up, trying to stop the reporters who were about to rush up.
But after all, they were outnumbered. The reporters soon surrounded them and kept hitting the windows. The car couldn't be driven at all.
"Young Master, what should we do now?" The driver had never dealt with such a situation. He turned around and looked anxiously at Logan.
Logan couldn't think of a solution at the moment. He couldn't rush out. If he bumped into someone, it would only make the situation worse.
Looking at the fanatical faces outside the car window, Horace's eyes flashed with a hint of haze. He motioned for the driver to get out of the way and Horace himself sat in the driver's seat.
Seeing that there were fewer people behind the car in the rearview mirror, Horace suddenly turned back, stepped on the clutch, and the car rushed forward.
The reporters didn't expect that the car would dash forward directly, and they ran to both sides in fear. For them, the news was very important; it was related to their career and salary, but they couldn't risk their lives either.
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