Amber, sitting in the car, suddenly felt intimidated by the scene.
Patting her chest, she signed, "Would you look at these walls of zombies?"
Ben chuckled behind the wheel at the comment, "That's a good one. They do look like zombies."
"There, get off and clear the way for us," urged Jared, frowning.
"OK," answered Ben, who undid his safe belt, opened the car door and went off.
As soon as he got off the car, the journalists aimed their cameras right at him with a stream of questions.
"Mr. Channing, is it just you in that car or so are Mr. Farrell and Miss Reed?"
"Would you please answer that question, Mr. Channing?"
"All right, guys," Ben raised his hands and shouted to the crowd, "Please stop getting in the way of the door and move."
Without showing any intention of answering the questions, he elbowed his way through the flock to the door of rear seats and pushed aside the people around.
Once space was made when the crowd stepped back, he grabbed the door handle.
At the sight of his movement, all the journalists' face lighted up and adjusted their microphones and cameras with their eyes riveted on the backseat door.
There was only one person whom Jared Farrell's assistant would open a door for—that was, Jared Farrell.
So it was clear that Mr. Farrell himself was sitting in that car.
The door was opened.
Ben held the door with one hand and gestured for his boss to take off with the other, "Mr. Farrell, please."
Inside the car, Jared nodded sightly and got off.
His appearance stirred everyone to shoot frenetically, with continuous flashes coming from all sides.
With a frown, Jared ignored the frenzies and held out his hand into the car, "Let's go."
His gentle tone turned the crowd all the hungry.
They paused the shooting before resuming it with excitement.
They knew that there was someone else inside the car!
Nobody but Amber Reed could bring out the tenderness of Jared Farrell.
They indeed arrived there together.
Amber, still in the car, saw Jared's hand and smiled before placing hers on it.
Jared held her hand tightly and said softly, "Don't be afraid. I will protect you. "
Amber glanced at the flock behind her and nodded, "Well, I trust you in that."
In fact, she had meant to say that she wasn't scared by the crowding at all.
But she was so touched by the word "protect".
So she was willing to be a damsel in distress for some occasions and let him be the superman.
Amber got off the car with her hand in Jared's.
Her appearance stirred frenzies among the journalists once again. The flashes were so blinding that she shut her eyes.
Jared raised his arm before Amber and with a grim expression, he said to the crowd, "Get off."
Daunted by his solemn face, the frenzied shooting abated right away.
In the meantime, they made a way by inching back.
They were not eager for the scoop enough to lose their mind.
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