Neil suppressed his emotions to maintain superficial politeness and courtesy. However, the reporters were relentless no matter how he diverted the topic. Some even began to make stories up right in front of him.
Neil looked at Shane, who shot him a look to ask him to hold it in.
"People!" Shane went up with a smile and put Neil behind him. "That's all for our interview today. It's the red carpet here. Let's not delay the interview coming up…"
"Does this mean that Mr. Harris really has a fiancee since he doesn't want to answer the question?"
"I said, this is my privacy!" Neil stopped in his tracks, and his gaze turned sharp. "I do not want to say more!"
"Are you feeling guilty about something since you're not answering?"
Even Shane, who had a mild temper, was provoked now. "What's up with you? Does Neil have to tell you every single one of his private affairs?"
"Mr. Harris' private affairs are the public affairs of his fans!" That particular reporter was triumphant. "If you don't explain it to the fans, I'm afraid this won't cut it. It'd be a disservice to everyone's constant support for you!"
"What? Say it again. I didn't hear you properly!"
Shane was a known name even before he became an agent. He had a bit of say in both the legal world and the gangs. Otherwise, he would not have been able to keep it smooth sailing for his artists for so many years.
He had always kept a civilized front, but now that someone was targeting Neil, there was no stopping him from rolling up his sleeves for a fight!
"Neil, step back!" Shane jutted his chin. "Leave this to me!"
"I think it's better that you step back."
Before Shane started anything, Neil had two fingers against his chest to nudge him back.
Neil's presence was commanding as his deep eyes gleamed with a reckless sneer.
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