Olivia Lewis was restless.
Annan noticed and misunderstood the reason for her anxiety. He comforted her, "Olivia, you don't need to be so nervous. We'll definitely protect you well later. Right?"
He asked the other two.
The other two quickly agreed, "Yeah, Olivia, don't worry, we'll be here later."
"Exactly, we won't let anyone eat you up."
Olivia, taken aback, asked, "…What do you mean?"
Suddenly, a shrill scream erupted outside the van, piercing their eardrums—
"Annan Annan!!"
"Brandon!!"
"nico! nico!"
Compared to others, the people outside were shouting August Oliver's name the loudest, almost flipping the car windows.
"August Oliver! August Oliver! I love you!"
"August! August Oliver!"
There were people even pounding on the car windows.
The driver seemed to be accustomed to this and waited without any reaction for the Security Guard to clear the area.
The van had its curtains drawn, so they couldn't see outside. But the roar of the crowd was unmistakable.
