Easton Holmes glared fiercely at the babbling Valentina, striding over to his car. He understood well that this woman dared to be so presumptuous due to her connections with these paparazzi.
At this moment, his comrades were already blocked a few meters away by the gathered reporters, standing in place waiting for his orders. As soon as he gave the command, his comrades would immediately disperse these obstructing journalists.
Easton Holmes stopped half a meter away from the reporters. At this moment, his face was entirely devoid of expression, his frost-filled eyes fixed on the journalists.
The reporters at the front instantly felt a cold wave fiercely sweeping towards them, causing them to collectively retreat subconsciously.
