"Since when did my private affairs become the favorite scoop of entertainment journalists?" Mason Nightshade let out a faint smile.
His tone was neither light nor heavy, casual, but it sent shivers down the spines of the journalists present, making them involuntarily shiver with self-reproach.
Anyone knows that Mr. Nightshade hates people digging up his dirt the most, and even if a newspaper posted a photo of him, he would shut down the entire publishing house.
Now they...
Thinking about the possible consequences they might face, the journalists shivered, trembling with fear inside. If they could, they would wish to escape from here immediately.
Wesley Lloyd's body trembled like a sieve, beads of sweat as big as beans on his forehead, his legs trembling and unsteady, meeting Mason Nightshade's knife-like cold gaze, as if the sky was falling.
It's over!
His career as a journalist is over, no... possibly even the work for the rest of his life will be ruined.
