The young male reporter's eyes shimmered with excitement as he blocked Aubree Groove in the aisle, thrusting the microphone under her chin, his gaze bright and expectant, awaiting her response.
Digby Hart's expression darkened, about to rise from his seat but Lando Elijah, who was sitting next to him, waved his hand.
"There's no need to panic, she can handle a situation like this on her own."
Madam Elijah added sarcastically, "This reporter is after a headline, pity he didn't even get his facts straight before asking questions. In my opinion, this reporter's career has just hit a dead end."
Her gaze landed on the media logo under the microphone the reporter was holding, her eyes slightly squinted.
"Apple Video? I remember this to be an enterprise under Mr. Hart's name, isn't it?"
Daring to step on his own daughter. He must be really fed up with his life.
Digby Hart's expression turned even darker.
