Amid the airport hustle and bustle, Sarah started to feel the weight of all the eyes on her. She hastened her steps toward the underground parking area.

Her security crew eventually managed to shut the loudspeaker up.

As she sighed in relief and was about to hop into her car, Sarah's eyes caught a figure in the rearview mirror, shadowing her.

Sarah's eyebrows knitted together in an instant. Her first thought was paparazzi, and that lit a fire of annoyance inside her.

In recent years, the paparazzi had become increasingly nosy, always finding new angles to snoop into her life. They were pros at snapping pictures when she least expected it.