The Trap of the Noble CEO

She casually turned on the car’s radio, and while adjusting the broadcast channel, she suddenly noticed a small van in her rearview mirror.

Andolie narrowed her eyes and frowned because the small van was consistently trailing her at a distance of one meter.

Andolie was no stranger to such vans; she knew she had been targeted by paparazzi.

To shake off the paparazzi’s pursuit, Andolie pressed the accelerator hard and sped up.

They chased from the supermarket all the way to an empty lot near the racing track. In her panic, Andolie’s car accidentally scraped against the stone wall surrounding the track.

The violent impact made her feel a sharp pain in her arm.

“What exactly do you want?” Andolie angrily got out of the car and shouted at them.

“Andolie, we’re reporters from the Sun Times,” three men with cameras got out of the car.

“If you want to interview me, please contact my father’s PR. If you want to follow me, I’ll have my father’s lawyer sue you,” she raised her beautiful chin, looking at them with disdain.

“Andolie, you’re about to graduate from college. All of Monaco is rumoring that you might be the next princess. What do you think?” The three men approached her, cornering her against the wall.

These cold-blooded media cockroaches! They didn’t care that her arm was bleeding, nor did they ask if she needed medical assistance.

“Where did you hear such nonsense? Crazy! You’re all crazy!” Andolie shouted angrily.

Unable to return to her car, she immediately turned and ran through a narrow passage beside the stone wall.

Andolie ran like she was possessed, determined not to let these people photograph her.

After moving to Switzerland, she had tried her best to keep a low profile, precisely to avoid letting people know her connection to the Monaco royal family.

Andolie turned a corner and suddenly saw that the door to a players’ rest room was unlocked. Without thinking, she rushed in, planning to wait until those three paparazzi reporters left before seeking help.

The lighting in the players’ rest room was dim. Row after row of metal lockers formed an excellent protective barrier – this was a good place to hide. After looking around, Andolie decided to hide in a locker near the bathroom.

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