Easton Holmes's voice was filled with anger, his face devoid of any expression. Valentina was extremely panicked inside, but outwardly she pretended to be calm. However, her eyes betrayed her.
"Why are you doing this to me? You clearly want to..."
Valentina suddenly saw the journalists leaving the entrance of the compound. She had initially thought of creating a commotion with their presence, but suddenly she lost the courage to continue speaking.
"Get out quickly, don't make me call them over to escort you out." Easton Holmes's way of saying 'escort' was anything but polite. Whether it was the tone of his voice, his attitude, or his entire demeanor, he showed no courtesy.
Valentina instinctively glanced in the direction of the compound's entrance. By this time, the soldier brother had already driven the journalists away and was walking briskly towards them.
"You..."
"There's no point in futile resistance, just leave, it's better for both you and everyone else."
