"Let go of me." Polly's neck was being pinched by him, it hurt, and she reasonably suspected this man was taking revenge.
"Someday, I'll break those monkey legs of yours and see how you run." Victor released her, threatening her as he spoke.
Polly hurriedly hid by the door, rubbing her sore neck skin. He used to pinch her throat, now he's pinching the skin on the back of her neck, the man clearly wanted to kill her.
"What's this?" Victor sniffed a strange fragrance and then saw the ball she was holding in her hands.
"Someone else gave it to me, don't touch it." Polly quickly stuffed the wooden ball into her bag, resembling a kindergarten child with a fun toy that they're afraid will be snatched by a bully.
Victor was exactly that bully.
After putting her things away, Polly turned to Victor, "What are you doing here?"
After speaking, Polly saw the missed calls on her phone, dozens of calls from Andrew.
"Assistant Lindsey, are you looking for me?" The number of calls was almost enough to drain her phone battery.
While driving, Andrew thoughtfully replied, "Considering you're abroad, Mrs. Parker doesn't understand the language, it's best not to wander about, otherwise the president will worry."
"I worry about her?"
"He worries about me?"
The two exchanged looks, seeing mutual disdain in each other's eyes.
Andrew smiled as he gracefully withdrew, focusing on driving.
Polly turned her head to look outside, after the divorce, she must stay away from this man, or she'd have a short life.
"What did you say you encountered just now?" Victor knew that MR. Yang wasn't around today, yet Polly stayed at the manor for several hours. It's odd to leave guests alone when the host isn't present, unless there's someone else in charge there.
"A guy who looks better than an immortal, and MR. Yang's backyard actually has a garden design, which feels inconsistent with MR. Yang's usual style, probably designed by that guy." Polly said, forgetting her grievances for the moment.
Victor listened to Polly's words, his brows slightly furrowed, giving Polly an evaluative look, "You said he let you go to the manor's backyard?"
His people tried multiple times to enter that place but couldn't, apart from tight security, a crucial reason was that the location utilized a traditional Eight Trigrams Array, like a labyrinth, where those unfamiliar with it generally cannot find their way out.
Yet Polly entered easily?
Polly nodded, "I just wandered in there, is it a mysterious place?"
After speaking, Polly noticed Victor's odd expression, silently taking a few steps back, "You can't blame me for your bad luck, blame it on that mouth of yours, alright?"
"You're really lucky to still be alive, should thank the heavens for turning a blind eye every time and forgetting to take you away." Victor sneered, if MR. Yang really intended harm to Polly, she would have already met her end by walking herself in.
Polly moved her lips, clenched her fists, took a deep breath, she shouldn't bicker with such a vexing person.
The two returned to the hotel, only to find a crowd of women in the lobby holding banners, and other support items. Given previous incidents, Polly immediately hid behind Victor.
Victor glanced sideways at the hand holding his arm, "Has some nerve."
Polly hid behind Victor, slightly pursing her lips, "Next time, he should wear a big loudspeaker on Michael Knight, as soon as he's a hundred meters away, people should shout he's coming, he's coming, he's bringing his fans over, so I can run faster."
"That's probably the only sensible thing I've heard from you since we met."
A staff member hurried over to Victor, "Someone leaked Teacher Knight's whereabouts, and now his fans have gathered at the hotel for support. Teacher Knight is still at the filming location and hasn't returned yet."
Polly stood on her tiptoes, observing the bustling crowd, "What does it feel like to love someone with no blood ties so recklessly?"
The path to the elevator was blocked, staff worked on dispersing the crowd, but with little effect.
"No idea."
"You wouldn't know either." Polly mused to herself, not actually expecting Victor to understand, considering his greatest love was likely himself.
"Do you know?"
The two bickered like schoolchildren over such a trivial topic, as if knowing a little more would greatly triumph over the other.
"No idea." Polly chuckled before quickly changing her expression.
"Ah, Michael Knight, Michael Knight..."
The girls suddenly got excited and swarmed forward, all because of the man who appeared at the hotel entrance.
Before Polly could be pushed, Victor pulled her back a step to avoid another collision.
Polly looked up at the man in front of her, noticing how the girls couldn't affect him in any way, but she knew how forceful these fans could be when they rushed.
Once all the girls had surrounded him, Victor turned towards the elevator.
He walked a few steps, but then turned to see Polly in a daze, "Why aren't you moving?"
Polly snapped back to reality, "Can't I just watch the fan frenzy?"
This man really is fit for a life of solitude!
Polly pouted and followed, "I just..."
Before she could finish, a sudden fan surge bumped her forward, Victor quickly moved to catch her and avoid the crowd.
Michael Knight, still being escorted by his assistants and security, was still being jostled and squeezed. He couldn't even run fast.
Once Michael Knight finally entered the elevator, people were still gathered in the lobby.
Victor led Polly to take the stairs to the second floor and entered the elevator from there.
Polly held her chest, catching her breath, "That's scary love."
"So stay away from him, or they'll crush you underfoot one by one," Victor gazed at the woman who was still catching her breath.
Polly was about to say something but suddenly patted her shoulder, "Where's my bag?"
Polly realized it must have fallen when someone bumped into her; she needed to go back and find her bag.
When they returned to the lobby, most of the fans had dispersed. Before Polly could ask at the front desk, she saw Isabella holding her bag.
Isabella handed the bag over upon seeing Polly, "Thought it looked familiar, was about to bring it to you."
Polly took back her bag, checked its contents, and felt relieved that nothing was missing.
"Victor, when do you plan to return to the country? I've almost finished my business here, maybe we can go back together?"
"Stop, where are your manners?" Victor halted the departing person.