Seeing Hank Clegg heading downstairs, Victoria Talkington stood in a daze for a moment before hurrying after him.
In the reception hall, a stranger was waiting for Hank Clegg.
As soon as he caught sight of Hank Clegg, he immediately bowed his head and bent his back, "Mr. Hank Clegg, greetings, it's a pleasure to meet you."
Hank Clegg sat across from him, staring at the man impassively, "Did I not clearly state that you must never harass my wife?"
The stranger wiped his sweat, "I apologize, Mr. Clegg, we never instructed our reporters to do so, it was them... they took matters into their own hands, that's why..."
"They are reporters from your newspaper." The tone of Hank Clegg was frosty, "Even if they are in the wrong, it means your supervision is lacking."
"Yes, yes, we failed in our supervision, it's our fault. But Mr. Clegg, could you perhaps forgive our humble newspaper, we, we did not do it deliberately." The stranger begged for mercy relentlessly.
