Benjamin looked at her, her long hair slightly disheveled, her face turning pale, and her once pristine white shoes now dirty from being trampled on. A wave of guilt washed over him.
“I’m sorry.”
He murmured softly, then turned to face the crowd of fans with a stern voice, “All you do every day is follow my car, track my flights, and buy my personal info from scalpers. Don’t you have homes to go back to, or schools to attend?!”
“Can you please keep away from my private life and those close to me?!”
“If this happens again, I’ll call the police!”
He tossed away the gifts forcibly stuffed into the car, grabbed Xanthea’s wrist, and walked away from the crowd, leaving Oliver astonished and the fans incredulous.
Movie King was known for his gentle demeanor; he was always gracious, even to the most critical of reporters. Yet, he had just exploded in anger just now, not only discarding the gifts from his fans, but also threatening to call the police—was it all to protect the beautiful girl by his side?!
Xanthea was startled by Benjamin’s reaction. “Is it okay to talk to your fans like that?”
She might not understand the entertainment industry, but she understood that as a celebrity, one should be cautious, especially when dealing with fans.
“It’s fine, those aren’t fans, they’re overzealous stalkers. There’s no need to be polite to them.”
“Oh.”
Indeed, which fans would swarm a celebrity so badly that he couldn’t even get out of his car?
“It’s actually my fault you got dragged into this,” Benjamin said with a hint of regret. “It’s all my fault for inadvertently revealing our whereabouts and not paying attention to what you were saying in the car.”
“It’s okay, just a minor hiccup.” Xanthea shrugged. “Let’s head to the launch event.”
“Xan, after the event, can I take you out for dinner?”
“Huh?”
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