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Chapter 4 - Chapter 4: Save Her

She was just wearing a simple women's bathrobe, fearing that her clothes might slip off, she had to reach out and hold it tightly.

But this group of reporters, they are truly despicable and hateful.

They rushed up directly, trying to tear off her clothes, aiming to completely ruin her for life and destroy her career in the entertainment industry!

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Rewinding to just now, Lucas Knight looked at the fleeing silhouette of that woman for two seconds before putting on a bathrobe and stepping out of the room.

Nightfall Palace is the largest seven-star hotel in the Sovereign Empire, equipped with all entertainment facilities, and is an industry under the Knight Clan.

Just after stepping out of the presidential suite, his personal bodyguard, Harry North, knelt on one knee and respectfully said, "Sir, it was my negligence that allowed a woman to break into your room. How would you like to deal with the woman inside?"

"Should we just throw her out, or..."

Lucas Knight's dark eyes were like obsidian, seemingly perceiving everything, his emotions unfathomable, he coldly commanded, "Let's go to the top floor office first. Keep me updated on her whereabouts here at all times..."

Harry North: "Yes."

Upon receiving the order, Harry led all the bodyguards to escort Lucas Knight through the VIP passage to the top floor of the hotel.

About a few minutes later.

Just as Lucas Knight arrived at the top floor of the hotel, he was in the middle of an important video conference when Harry suddenly burst in, whispered to the man about the reporter intrusion into the presidential suite.

The man's eyes turned bloodthirsty and violent.

"Meeting adjourned!" He declared these two words with cold arrogance, then abruptly ended the video conference.

Everyone: "..."!!!

Just like that, Lucas Knight, with his entourage, rushed from the top floor of the hotel specifically to the presidential suite.

Soon they arrived at the presidential suite, and sure enough, it was crowded with reporters...

In the past, given a hundred chances, they would never dare be so presumptuous in the presidential suite, but this time was different, as Isabelle Nightingale and her mother spent a lot of money targeting Eva Nightingale.

In the industry, there's a saying that as long as there's enough money, nothing is impossible!

The reporters, unaware of anything unusual, kept snapping photos, "Young Master Grant is already engaged, aren't you feeling very unwilling?"

"Indeed, how could a woman like you ever be worthy of Young Master Grant!"

"Miss Isabelle and Young Master Grant are a match made in heaven; a woman of such loose morals as you, pretending to be a rich heiress, hopes to marry into the Grant Family..."

The crowd of reporters, in a frenzy, directly pushed Eva Nightingale down.

Suddenly.

A chilling aura emerged from behind the reporters.

A dozen elite bodyguards, dressed in black outfits, stood in two orderly rows.

A tall, imposing figure exuded a noble and abstinent aura.

Even a man who rarely showed his emotions now had a gaze full of daggers.

Well, how long did it take for a group of paparazzi to breach his private residence, this was utterly unforgivable.

Lucas Knight's presence chilled the entire space.

Using his height advantage, his deep, cold eyes easily found the disheveled woman in the corner!

She had a pair of captivating almond-shaped eyes, haunting and hypnotic.

Those large eyes seemed familiar somehow...

Hmm, the woman who was just so brazen, now could she cower like this?

The reporters sensed a biting chill and turned simultaneously, and upon seeing the owner's cold, eagle-like eyes, the hands holding the cameras went limp!

They knelt on the ground with a "thud".

"Crown Prince, we apologize for the intrusion, please forgive us!"

"We will delete these rumors, we'll delete them right away—"

The reporters had a sense of looming doom, trembling like grandchildren, kneeling and begging for mercy.

The person who leaked the information said the presidential suite belonged to a nouveau riche?

You come out and explain! How could such a man, completely untouchable, be a nouveau riche! Where does he seem like a nouveau riche? He's not one!

"Heh." Lucas Knight curled his lips, letting out a self-mocking sound.

Afraid of him?

If they were afraid of him, would they dare to be presumptuous in his exclusive suite? Very good indeed.

He was dressed in a simple bathrobe, his tie loosely tied around his waist. Despite the casual, lazy attire, the entire being exuded an icy coldness as still as death.

His handsome face, devoid of any softness, with deep eyes, once again shot daggers at the crowd!

Completely unforgivable!

"Harry, these people are an eyesore to my palace! Deal with them!"

The man's innate nobility and pervasive coldness made others retreat in fear.

Though spoken calmly, the reporters could tell that tonight, they would probably meet their end, destined to be erased.

"Rest assured, sir, I will handle it!" Harry responded respectfully, these people were an eyesore to the Crown Prince, and there were only three words: eliminate without mercy!

Lucas Knight then turned his cold gaze to the corner, walking towards the disheveled woman, crouching, and scooped her into his arms:

"Be good, anyone who bullies you, bully them back twice as hard."

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