The driver kept honking, sharp and piercing.
Elise Don trembled as she covered her face and ears with her hands, stubbornly refusing to let anyone see her embarrassment, but the flashlights were like claws tearing away her cover.
Pounced headlong towards her.
The so-called journalists shouted mockingly, "Hey! Miss Don sure has some spirit with that look!"
"Heard she climbed into someone's bed to marry into the Perry Estate!"
"If the dad's like this, of course the daughter's no better, the Don Estate truly is a den of thieves and prostitutes!"
The property workers, who had never seen such a scene, waved to help clear roadblocks for the Continental but, due to their inexperience, not only failed to disperse the paparazzi but were scared off to the side.
The driver, a martial artist, unable to display his strength, angrily cursed, "A bunch of useless people."
He promptly turned his wrist, turned off the car, and stood up, ready to personally handle these people.
