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Chapter 115
Xanthea looked at the fanatic fans who had been bold and brash, now scattering and fleeing faster than startled rabbits, a touch of amusement in her tone as she poked her head out of the car window, “Orion, it’s so like you to scare them off just with your presence
“Who are they?”
A deep, chilling voice came from behind her. Xanthea tumed to see Drion, his face still holding a trace of frost “Just a bunch of overzealous fans who somehow found out about the launch event of ‘Realm of Illusions and come to cause trouble”
“Didn’t Oli hea Media provide you with bodyguards?”
“Bodyguards?” Xanthea laughed a bit as she looked at him. “My uncle mentioned it, but I didn’t think it was necessary. I’m not some widely known superstar, making such a big deal just for stepping outside, plus, those fans weren’t even mine.”
“Right” Onion cut her off before she could finish. “Not everyone is as brave as Ms. Nightshade. Remember the audition here? Even when that blast occurred, Ms. Nightshade was not scared in the slightest.”
His lips curved in a slight smirk, his gaze icy, dripping with sarcasm. Xanthea’s face fell at his reminder.
What did he mean by bringing up that day’s audition?
Did he think she deserved the motorcycle explosion and the fan chase?
Ha, she really was forgetful, having forgotten how cold yet outwardly charming he could be, all saintly on the surface!
If she had known this car was his, she would rather face the wrath of the fans than get in!
“So, I’m pleased, is that a problem?” Xanthea’s eyebrows arched, her tone frosty “Or is it that by getting into Mr. Lockwood’s car I’ve inconvenienced you and spoiled your day?”
Pleased?
Pleased to have gotten herself into this current state?
Onion’s eyes traveled from her disheveled hair to her footprint stained shoes, struggling to keep his emotions in check
“My apologies, I just get out now.”
She said this and started to push the door open, only to find it locked from the inside by Orion.
She looked at him, infuriated and incredulous, “What are you doing?”
“They haven’t gone far”
They?
He meant those fanatic fans?
Xanthea’s lips curled in disdain. “What does that have to do with you? Don’t play the good guy here! Cedric, stop the car!”
“Ah” Cedric, frightened by the argument inside the car, hardly dared to breathe. “Ms. Nightshade, we’re about to hit the freeway. We can’t stop here.”
Then why had he started the car when Orion locked the doors?
Xanthea now thought there was something off about both of them.
“Stop the car!” her voice raised, “T’ll cover the fine!”
“That might work, but Ms. Nightshade, you just turned 18 and don’t have a driver’s license yet, right?”
“Xanthea was furing. She accidentally touched the car’s mini fridge on the side, causing her so much pain that she involuntarily gasped, “Ah!”
“What happened?”
Orion grabbed her wrist gently, rolling up her sleeve to reveal skin swollen and punctured by what looked like a thom bush, his dark eyes narrowing sharply.
“Did they do this too?”
His tone was icy, as if ready to shatter something to pieces.
“Mind your own business!”
Xanthea tried to pull her hand away, but the pain made her struggle feeble and unable to break free against the man’s firm grip