Mr Grant, Please Be Gentle

Now Adriana’s Weibo and private messages have been attacked by her fans, and even her cell phone number and home address have been exposed by black fans.

In just one day, her cell phone has not stopped, and there are often sounds of walking, knocking, ringing and cursing outside her door.

The sound of voices was in her ears and heart.

Adriana had no choice but to call the property owner to get rid of the people and unplug the Internet connection and phone card, so that the world would finally be clear.

She started to vent her anger and smashed everything on the table!

Blanca Roach must have suspected her of being close to Matthew Grant on purpose and had her hacked.

Blanca Roach, you’re so vicious!

No, she can’t just sit there, she has to go to Matthew Grant, she has to let Matthew Grant see the true face of Blanca Roach, Matthew Grant will definitely help her!

At the exit of the garage, you can already see the pile of reporters and the black hole of cameras in their hands.

Around the time they heard the noise, they excitedly grabbed their cameras and pointed them at the exit, standing in a line of people almost completely blocking the way.

Adriana hit the brakes at the exit.

Looked coldly at the group of uninvited guests.

The reporters were not surprised to see her stop, and even gleefully began to pour forward.

See? So what if you’re a star? They are still forced to compromise by these wage earners?

Every time I see those dazzling people in front of the public looking embarrassed and even embarrassed in front of their cameras, I feel a sense of accomplishment.

“Miss Adriana! Excuse me, is this Miss Adriana?”

“May I ask you to get out of the car and cooperate with our interview?”

“May I ask if you have a golden master behind you?”

The questions were like a tidal wave, a wave of unceasingly fierce beat on the car window, seeping into the air inside the car, as if to force people out of breath.

Adriana looked at the glass outside the densely packed heads and cameras, a wave of disgust surged in her heart, she wanted to immediately press the gas pedal to the end, hit one and count one.

At that moment, she suddenly thought of a way.

She slightly drops her eyes, long eyelashes from the white almost transparent eyelids cover down, casting a cold shadow on the face, the corners of the mouth slowly hooked up a cold smile.

Then she raised her eyes and restarted the car without any emotional ups and downs.

In the noisy environment, the sound of the car engine is like a switch, instantly sealed the reporter.

The atmosphere outside the car stagnated for a moment, some reporters looked at each other and saw a look of disdain in each other’s eyes.

The star is surrounded by this kind of frightening tricks can be a lot, who dare to fake the real thing? It’s just a way to vent the anger and frustration in your heart.

The reporters continued to act as they were, sure that Adriana would not dare to do anything.

However, the next moment, Adriana stepped on the gas.

The car approached, slowly, but always forward.

There were reporters standing directly in front of the car, staring at Adriana with a deadly gaze of almost fierce contempt, “Do you dare?” A few big words were written plainly on her face.Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

Adriana’s dark eyes looked back at the reporter, her face expressionless, and then slowly speed up without fluctuation.

The car emitted a low rumble, then without any hesitation, it crashed quickly.

Adriana’s pupils reflected the journalist’s twisted, frightened and unbelievable face, and instantly lunged aside in a lopsided manner that could almost be described as a shitstorm.

The car went off like an arrow.

“Go after them! Go after them! Adriana is going to kill someone!”

The reporter got up from the ground and shouted at the camera in a fury, his voice shaking with anger and wretched fear.

Five minutes later, Adriana glanced in the rearview mirror at the convoy of reporters in hot pursuit, her gaze lightly swept, shifting gears again to speed up in the traffic on the street.

“Is she crazy?”

The reporter sitting in the car behind widened his eyes and looked at the car in front of him like a brain-damaged sneer.

“I think we may be able to get a headline photo of a celebrity car accident today. Follow up!”