"BOSS, I'm really sorry, I only just found out about Miss Gillian."
Inside the presidential suite of Sofitel Hotel in Tac City, Kennedy leaned on the sofa with his eyes closed, rubbing his brow with his hand, his tone laden with thick anger, "Who did this."
He didn't want to hear any superfluous words, right now he just wanted to know who the hell did this.
Disturbances in Italy impaired Kennedy's business and he was busy dealing with this all day yesterday. But then this morning, Gillian from Italy called to say someone had put her photos on the largest brothel website globally, even as a webpage cover, making her lose face. All her accounts have been hacked, and she can't even open her phone now.
The news angered Kennedy. Who could be so malicious?
"Well..."Henry was somewhat embarrassed and didn't know if he was supposed to speak or not.
Kennedy's face darkened, and his blue eyes looked sharply at Henry, "Speak!"
Henry responded weakly, "Arthur."
