It Doesn't Matter in His Presence

It was dusk, and the evening lights were on. In the Agoda Hotel, the world's top western restaurant. A luxurious Rolls-Royce sped past and stopped at the door of the hotel. The bodyguards lined up in front of the car. Callan Handerson opened the door for Savannah Lea. He took her hand to get out of the car and walked together to his fixed private room. After taking two steps forward, Savannah suddenly felt some dazzling light flashing in front of her eyes. "Ah!" Savannah stretched out her hand to cover her eyes. "What's wrong?" Callan stopped in a hurry and reached out to protect her head. "What's wrong with your eyes?" Savannah shook her head as she looked around and said, "There seemed to be some dazzling just now... It feels like a flashlight?" "A flashlight?" Callan raised his eyes and looked at Nick Jonah who was following behind him. "Master Handerson, it should be journalists. Master Handerson, Third Young Mistress, don't worry. I will deal with it. It won't be published in the