"Is this what you call evidence?" Mr. Alexander Marshall's cold gaze swept over the young reporter.
Gathering his courage, the young reporter said, "You might not believe it, but I can expose it directly."
Mr. Alexander Marshall's lips curled slightly upward in a smirk, "How much money do you want?"
The young reporter was taken aback for a moment, not immediately comprehending.
His pupils shrank slightly, and a subtle expression quickly flitted across his face.
Mr. Alexander Marshall's gaze remained sharp, piercing as though it could see through the person in front of him, "Surprised? You didn't expect to really get money?"
"..."
"Or even, you haven't decided how much you want?"
"..."
Although the young reporter tried to remain calm, he still felt his scalp tingle under Mr. Alexander Marshall's intense scrutiny as if being seen through.
The young reporter found it even harder to believe that Mr. Alexander Marshall wasn't making things difficult for him.
