"Buzz buzz—" The phone on the table vibrated, Mason Nightshade's eyes were on the computer, and his hand reached for the phone, taking a glance at it. Seeing the caller's number, his spine stiffened. He opened the text message, but its content made his face darken for a moment.
Without saying another word, he turned off the screen and put the phone back in its place.
Huh? Just now, I clearly saw the boss's face suddenly look bad, did I see it wrong?
Gustavo Yates thought.
"Boss, the heat has reached its peak, and now the whole internet is discussing this matter, what should we do now?"
"Release the material gathered from the investigation in phases to keep the topic's heat from dropping." Mason Nightshade calmly instructed, the corners of his mouth curled into a sinister smile. As for what would happen next? He was already confident of victory, holding control in the palm of his hand.
"So that's the plan." Grayson Quinn muttered.
