"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.
Mason Nightshade lifted his gaze, shooting a cold look over, the smile at the corner of his lips full of roguishness, but it sent a chill down one's spine.
Grayson Quinn had a bad feeling.
"I didn't know you had a habit of reporting behind other's backs." Mason Nightshade's broad fingers lightly tapped the mahogany desk, "Based on this unexpected event, I suspect you might have the potential to be an informant. I'll call Junia Simpson later to ask her to supervise you, and intensify your training, so you can correct your unsound ways of thinking sooner."
"Aurelia Shaw actually ratted on you! How sneaky, so sneaky!"
What a miscalculation, he never expected this little girl would stab him in the back!
Mason Nightshade smiled faintly, showing a proud expression, and said, "Yes, it was I who taught her, so what?"
Grayson Quinn snorted coldly through his nose.
"You just spoil her all you want, sooner or later, you'll trip over her. Don't forget she might have potential criminal tendencies. One night, when you're asleep, she might take you down, don't blame me, a brother, for not warning you."
Grayson Quinn, who had never faced defeat, felt very embarrassed about getting beaten by a woman this time, so he shamelessly tried to sow discord between the two.
However, Mason Nightshade just smiled nonchalantly and said, "My wife, my choice."
"Damn! I can't take it anymore, I'm outta here!"
Having lost on both fronts, Grayson Quinn was in a foul mood, grabbed his coat, and walked out without looking back, thinking to himself that he would let Mason regret it, but after leaving the door, he realized Mason was just discarding him after using him, like killing the donkey the moment it's out of the mill.
To think he got used by him for nothing once again.
Grayson Quinn was so furious he wanted to punch a wall.
When the online furor reached its peak, several big accounts suddenly simultaneously posted a breaking news— a video shot in a bar.
The videographer's technique wasn't professional, the camera was shaky and couldn't focus, and the lighting was dim, but it was clear enough to see a couple in the video,
At the most critical moment, the video cut off.
A torrent of criticism erupted in the comments, calling the blogger unethical for only offering a taste without delivering the full story.
An hour later, the second half of the video was posted. The first half had already aroused the curiosity of the netizens, so as soon as the second half was released, they couldn't wait to click and watch.