Noah was relieved to see that the reactions of the audience seemed more restrained after hearing his tactful reprimand and explanation. The atmosphere of the room became more conducive, exuding an aura of peace and tranquility after the previous tense moment. Noah continued in a thoughtful manner.
The journalists began to take notes on what they still wanted to ask, while the organizers of the press conference prepared their answers, according to the legal direction of what Noah had said earlier. Meanwhile, Lucia was silent for a moment, absorbing every word Noah said. Her facial expression
Noah flatly refused, "I can't." He emphasized his decision firmly, leaving no room for further negotiation. "But we have the same goal. There's no considering this?" Lucia tried to persuade Noah to cooperate to achieve a better goal. "No." With a flat voice and cold face, Noah reiterated his disin
Vedrin-the man who had secretly photographed Noah with Lucia, immediately left in a Honda jazz. He drove the vehicle at high speed. A small smile graced his face, watching the game on the windshield inside his head. "I can't wait to tell you this." He continued to drive, passing through the stree
Vedrin-the man who had secretly photographed Noah with Lucia, immediately left in a Honda jazz. He drove the vehicle at high speed. A small smile graced his face, watching the game on the windshield inside his head. "I can't wait to tell you this." He continued to drive, passing through the str
Lucia stepped limply to her feet. Her whole body seemed to have lost its strength. Her hands were also trembling slightly as she clutched a cardboard box full of files and work supplies. Lucia's mind was in turmoil at the moment. She stood at the side of the zebra crossing, waited for the crosswalk
"Could they have gotten inspiration from a place like this?" The man with the thin beard grinned. Sony was his name. He picked up Lucia's box of supplies and moved it next to another chair, then sat down next to Lucia, looking at her sarcastically. "Well, isn't that a sneaky thing to do? Pretending
"Stand up, you bastard!" Dyroth stretched out his hand, about to grab Noah's shirt collar. But right before that happened, Noah had already swatted away Dyroth's hand and directly punched the man in the stomach until he bent over, cackling in pain. "Hey, you son of a bitch! You're really looking f