I stuffed food into my mouth while looking at the bodyguards.
"Make way for Miss, she needs to take photos! Cut the crap and move aside!" the bodyguard scolded.
Sarah Anderson couldn't help but sneer, "What kind of Miss is this, acting all high and mighty, needing others to clear the way for photos? Who gave you such authority?"
The bodyguard was about to lose his temper when a man in a white suit walked over.
He waved his hand, smiling faintly, "We should be polite to avoid unpleasant effects."
"Understood, Shawn," the bodyguard quickly nodded.
The man called Shawn stepped in front of Sarah Anderson, took a wad of cash from his bag, and said indifferently, "You want money, right? Here's 10,000. Is it enough?"
Having said that, Shawn threw the money on the ground and waved his hand.
Seeing Shawn's attitude, both Sarah Anderson and I couldn't help but laugh.
"I'll give you 20,000 to go eat shit in the bathroom, how about that?" I said, unable to restrain myself.
