FreeNovelWhispers echoed through the terminal, “Are these folks here to pick up KING?” “Does she have that kind of pull? Old Mr. Jarvis himself showed up, for heaven's sake!” “But look at this welcparty—it’s gotta be for a VIP arrival!” “Maybe there's sbig shot landing at the stas KING?” A crowd of onlookers buzzed with speculation, when suddenly someone shouted, “KING’s here!” Heads turned as a group emerged from the VIP exit, and there she was at the front—Estelle, known to all as KING! The weather in J City was chilly, and Estelle was clad in a sleek black coat with a chic baseball cap, her delicate features partially obscured. She exuded a calm and measured aura as she strolled through the terminal. Beside her, a tall, burly man held her hand, his steps deliberate and powerful. The crowd surged forward, and reporters shined their camera lights on Estelle.
Jonathan's bodyguards and Gabriel's men moved faster than the airport security to shield Estelle, blocking the throng of frenzied onlookers. But the anger in the air was palpable as they pressed on, shouting questions at the top of their lungs. “KING, you finally decided to show your face!” “How do you explain all that stuff about you online?” “If you're so keen on cozying up to foreigners, why bother coming back?” Josiah stepped in front of Estelle, facing down the angry mob without faltering. “Has anyone from the Macclain family shown up? Playing dirty tricks behind the scenes, and now that KING’s here, they're too scared to cforward?” “Let's talk about them sponsoring KING—cout and face us instead of hiding and using the netizens as pawns!” “Where's the Macclain family, huh? Cout, | dare you!” The Macclain Estate. Aside from Hans’s family, everyone was gathered in the living room, eagerly anticipating the latest news. When they saw Estelle appear on the screen, they perked up. But their expressions soured when they saw Jonathan accompanying her. Natalia forced a smile, feigning realization, “Looks like Estelle’s found herself a rock to cling to before coming back!” Corley chimed in, “Even now, with the Lamont family protecting her, it’s obvious Jonathan's been blinded by lust!” Sabina’s face remained stoic as she coldly remarked, “We'll see.” Terrence inquired, “Who's the one doing all the shouting?” Natalia replied, “Sounds like the son from the James family branch!” “He knows Estelle?” Terrence asked, puzzled. At the Airport. Reporters crowded around Jonathan, their questions laced with emotion. “Mr. Lamont, have you seen all the allegations against KING online?” “Why are you still defending her?” “Is the Lamont Group really going to be associated with someone accused of pandering to foreigners?” Jonathan stepped forward, his gaze icy and commanding, sending a chill down the spines of those present. He spoke sternly, “Mind your language. If | hear ‘allegations’ or ‘pandering to foreigners’ one more time, | assure you that not only you but also your employer will be receiving a defamation lawsuit.” The reporters faltered, and while sbacked away, not wanting to provoke him further, others stood their ground, self-righteously asking, “So, Mr. Lamont, are you saying you're definitively standing by KING?”
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