Chapter 3 The Hero Rescued a Beauty

Looking at the flashlight in front of him, Sean was flustered and exasperated. After all, he was President of the Young Corporation. He eyed the paparazzi coldly. Just as he was about to speak out to defend Ginny, his wife caught his arm.

"Don't, don't provoke these people."

They all knew that the paparazzi were the hardest to deal with. They had no company, were freelance journalists, and feared no reprisals. The news they exposed could arguably guide the trending topics of network news media.

"No... No..." Ginny was frightened by the flashing light. She had never seen anything like it. Her face was ghastly pale, and she could do nothing but cry.

Seeing Ginny crying, Mrs. Young crooked her mouth in disdain. Ginny was indeed that woman's daughter. She, like her mother, knew how to attract men by pretending to be miserable. In that case... Mrs. Young just had a bright idea, then she stepped forward and grabbed Ginny by the arm.

"Hurry up and get dressed. Don't be a disgrace!" She gave Ginny a gentle tug. Unguarded, the latter was pushed over, and her bath towel was about to slip.

Everyone at the door opened their eyes wide in anticipation of the sexy scene that would follow.

Suddenly, a shadow flashed past them. As soon as they focused their eyes on it, they found that there was already a man in the room.

With a suit jacket in his hand, the man directly draped it over Ginny's body. He was wearing a black shirt and looked tall and robust, giving people a sense of mysterious nobility.

He directly blocked the sightlines of the people outside, protecting Ginny in his arms.

Then his eyes gleamed with fury, and his lips moved. "Somebody!"

His voice was so frosty that it made people tremble inside.

Just looking at his back, one couldn't help fearing the rage he exuded. If he turned around...

Before the paparazzi outside could take any sexy photos, they were seized by a group of men in black who suddenly appeared and stole their cameras.

"What are you doing? Let go of us!"

"Let go, let go!"

Several paparazzi shouted in vain to attract the attention of others in the hotel.

Ginny was one head shorter than the man. Trembling, she stood there looking nervously at the buttons on his shirt. It was only when she smelled the familiar scent of his body that she gradually stopped shaking.

The man seemed to have felt the tension and fear of the woman in his embrace, and his big hand fell suddenly on her arm.

Ginny stiffened at his sudden touch and began to be afraid again.

"Who are you?!" Sean narrowed his eyes and looked warily at the man who had his back to him.

Mrs. Young was somewhat wary. She was startled, especially when she saw the men in black who had suddenly pulled the paparazzi away.

"What's the origin of the man in front of me?" she thought.

"Who are you?!" Shouldn't it be Leon King here?

Ginny stood there in fear, sobbing. She looked up slowly and saw the man's chin.

Soon afterward, the man looked down at her crying face.

Ginny felt herself plunging into a deep sea of ice. She was utterly captivated by his eyes. She had never seen such beautiful eyes or such a handsome man.

Looking at his eyes, she suddenly felt a sense of familiarity and security and was not as flustered as before.

The man narrowed his eyes slightly. He did not like to see the tears on her face, his eyes somewhat helpless. Then he turned, protecting her behind him.

Ginny was shocked by his behavior. Ever since her parents had left, no one had ever protected her like that.

Furthermore, it was a stranger who did this for her.

"You're..." Sean was a little lost at the sight of the man. He did not know who the man was, but the man gave him a familiar feeling, as if he had seen him somewhere before.

Sean was pretty familiar with the big shots in City A. The facial features of this man were extraordinary. If he were the son of an influential and rich family, he would have remembered him.

However, the man in front of him was indeed strange to him.

Off to the side, when Gracie Jacobs saw this man, her eyes lit up. Chase Simmons was one of the most handsome men in City A as well as the Prince Charming in many women's hearts, but this man was unquestionably more excellent than him.

He was tall, muscular, lean, and straight in his black shirt, with absolutely beautiful features. His pitch-black, deep eyes seemed magical.

At this moment, his face was as grim as if he were the noble Satan from Hell.