Evan Doughty would begin to miss the days when Tony Twain was still around.
He realized that facing the media all the time was not an enjoyable thing.
When his car drove to the gate of the Wilford training grounds, a large group of reporters completely blocked the area. His car could not move at all. Just like what happened the previous night, a large group of reporters pounced when they saw the dark red Audi A6. It was as if they were sharks that got a whiff of blood. Those bright white flashes were like the sharks' giant teeth, which radiated cold light in the early morning sun.
They asked the same questions as before, but they were even more aggressive. Evan believed that if he could not give them a reply, he would not be able to enter the gate.
He opened the car window. The microphones immediately slithered in like snakes.
If he had just put his face in front of the car window, he would have been poked by these stick-like objects.
