Chester Yale's eyes turned cold, his towering figure turned, and he strode out of the room.
"Chester Yale…" Evelyn Sherman spun around and caught a glimpse of a familiar figure, taken aback.
Were her eyes playing tricks on her?
Why was Chester Yale here?
Although he was the biggest investor in the film crew, he was so busy with work, how could he attend the director's birthday banquet…
When Evelyn came to her senses, Chester's tall figure was already on his way out of the conference hall.
She quickly put down her wine glass and ran towards him.
She caught her breath in front of him.
Seeing that the person in front of her was indeed Chester Yale, her eyes widened in surprise, only to shrink when they met his gloomy, wicked gaze and then speak up.
"Um, about that press conference last time, thank you."
"…"
"I know the bodyguards at the scene were sent by you, and Anna Rivers..."
"Have you said enough?" An icy voice abruptly interrupted Evelyn Sherman's words.
