Betty’s POV

The moment we pushed past the lobby doors, it turned into pure chaos. We ran from the drama.

Kaiser’s hand tightened around mine as he pulled me along, his pace quickening like he already knew exactly how this would play out. “We have to make a run for it,” he said urgently, pulling me along as we sprinted for the side exit.

Behind us, the paparazzi poured out like a flood that refused to be contained. They chased us relentlessly, asking several questions.

“Miss ...