NovelAppChapter 2290 Leighton's brief feeling of gratitude disappeared in an instant.
After finishing the police report and stepping outside, they were greeted by a throng of reporters and fans. The police presence at the station helped keep things orderly, maintaining a relatively stable situation.
As Leighton guided Nicole to the car, someone suddenly called out his name, "Leighton!" Leighton glanced up.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtAn egg-sized stone churtling toward him, catching him off guard. But before he could react, a figure leapt in front of him, shielding him from the blow-it was Nicole.
The stone struck the back of her head, causing her to wince in pain as she stumbled forward. Instinctively, Leighton reached out to steady her.
Nicole furrowed her brow, reaching up to touch the spot where she'd been hit. Her hand caway warm and wet, stained with blood.
Leighton's hand trembled as he held hers, his face drained of color, looking ghastly.
The assailant shouted angrily, "You mongrel! We worked hard to make you a star, yet you're either dating or harassing people. Do you have any respect for US?" The situation escalated rapidly, catching even the nearby police officers off guard. As the attacker moved closer, the officers rushed in to restrain him.
Even as he was pinned to the ground, the assailant continued to hurl insults, "If I knew you were this kind of scum, I wouldn't have supported you! Do you think you're talented? Do you think we're drawn to your skills? If it weren't for your looks, who the hell would've supported you! You're nothing without our adoration, just trash!" Onlookers and media personnel eagerly filmed and photographed the scene. Leighton supported Nicole's waist, bearing sof her weight, as he glared at the extremist fan pinned to the ground, his chest heaving with anger.
Leighton was never one to have a calm demeanor; otherwise, he wouldn't have earned the nickn"pit bull." His current mood clearly signaled his rising temper.
The paparazzi's hands shook with excitement, anticipating the headlines they were about to capture.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmJust as Leighton was about to lose his cool, Nicole suddenly went limp, collapsing into his arms. Instinctively, Leighton held her close, his emotions strained as he called out to her, "Are you okay?" Pale-faced, Nicole weakly clung to his clothes, murmuring, "I feel a bit dizzy." Before anyone could react, she seemed to slip from his grasp, almost limp. Leighton quickly scooped her up, cradling her in his arms.
The paparazzi swarmed around, blocking his path, eager to get their questions in.
"Leighton, what's your response to the accusations made by the netizen Little Sweet Potato regarding harassment?" "Leighton, the person who attacked you appears to be one of your fans. Do you plan to press charges?" "Leighton, having seen Nicole take a hit for you, how are you feeling right now?"
Leighton found himself trapped in the crowd with no way out. His expression darkened, on the verge of losing his temper, but a sudden pain in his lower back made him flinch, almost dropping the woman in his arms. Yet, the unconscious woman held onto his clothes tightly, as if she could sense his thoughts.
Clamping his teeth together, Leighton adjusted his hold on her, addressing the camera with a a Serious tone, lif you have any questions, cto my E stutomorrow morning at ten, and I'll answer each of you. For now, please step aside. I need to take my girlfriend to the hospital."
With an injury already sustained and considering Leighton's prominent status in the entertainment industry, the police were worried about the growing crowd. They quickly dispatched additional personnel to disperse the crowd. With the help of the police, Leighton managed to carry Nicole into the car, joining Estelle who had arrived shortly after.
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