The voice came to an abrupt stop, as one of her arms was tightly gripped by someone. A long arm belonging to the third person reached out and took away the microphone in front of her.
At the same time, a low yet faintly angry voice sounded behind her, spreading through the microphone, echoing across the entire square.
"She will not be the ruler of Y Country, and her remaining life will not be devoted to you..."
Mary Douglas turned her head, her usually calm and composed face was now full of shock.
Beau Reed stood there holding the microphone, his expression calm as he firmly held Mary Douglas's hand, unmoved by her gaze.
His features were as indifferent as distant mountains.
Not only Mary Douglas, but everyone was shocked by his sudden appearance.
On such an important day celebrated by the whole nation, attracting worldwide attention, the emergence of someone interrupting the process was completely unexpected.
