“I’m sorry about this. I really want to let you finish your sentence, but we can’t allow that. If you manage to get your phone number out there, I’ll be severely punished, so I have to stop you.” The reporter’s heart raced as she snatched the microphone away from the old woman. Then, she turned and ran away as quickly as possible.

Darius was her reason for coming here; he was already leaving before she could get a clear image of him. She'd be dead meat if her superiors were to get wind of this. With this thought in mind, she sped up.

As Darius walked away, he heard someone running after him. He frowned and turned around, thinking it was the old woman. However, he was greeted by the sight of a young woman in a blue, checkered dress. Her long hair cascaded over her shoulders in waves, and her blue eyes shone brightly.

He narrowed her eyes at her dress—it was designed in a traditional Eastern style but had been changed to look more modern. In the past, it was rare for him to come across