"Bang——"
Chester Yale's hand loosened, and the cell phone fell on the table.
He stood up abruptly, his wicked eyes staring at the live TV broadcast picture, the demonic pupils shrinking, and the cold and dim light reflecting from the bottom of his eyes.
How could she go to the film crew alone and be blocked by the media and Anna Rivers' fans?
Where is the film crew's security?
How can no one come out to stop such a big disturbance?!
Chester Yale's eyes darkened, and he picked up the cell phone and dialed a number.
"Are the security personnel in the film crew dead? Reinforce the personnel to ensure the order of the film crew. I don't want to see this again!" Chester Yale growled with his deep gaze fixed on the LCD display in front of him.
