"Let that president come out and speak!"
Donovan shouted angrily, hands behind his back, "Does he know he's done something despicable and doesn't dare to come out and face us? Get him out here!"
"Since he won't come out, we'll have to deal with you!"
Someone said, rushing forward and pushing Eve Sherman.
In situations like this, once one person starts, others will follow suit. Eve Sherman instinctively prepared to protect her head.
Just as she had nowhere left to retreat, the crowd suddenly quieted down.
Their gazes all locked towards a spot not far away. Following their eyes, Eve Sherman looked over and felt a sudden tightness in her chest.
Stellan Sutton had already gotten out of the car without anyone noticing, walking towards them, expressionless, step by step.
He was tall and imposing, and even wearing silver-framed glasses couldn't hide his strong presence. For a moment, everyone looked at each other in dismay, asking amongst themselves, "Who is this?"
