Desires Die Hard

hapter 427

Frightened by Evan’s words, the journalist trembled nonstop and then faltered in fear, “Mr. Welton,

please let go of me.”

It was really for a living that he dared to take the photo.

Besides, honestly, he got the photo by accident.

He didn’t mean to take the photo stealthily on purpose.

However, Evan wouldn’t listen to his explanation. Instead, he only ordered, “Remove the news. Otherwise, you would know the consequences.”

The journalist nodded in a flurry. Of course, he knew the consequences. He would lose his job and probably, his life too. Instantly, he replied with clasped hands, “Mr. Welton, I have to call the chief editor. Only he has the power to remove the news.”

“Call him right now.” Evan twisted the sculpture of the sword. The sculpture was so vividly made, the blade of which was glistening. It looked as if the blade would be directly stabbed into the journalist’s heart.

The journalist became increasingly frightened. He kind of regretted it. Actually, he thought it wouldn’t be a big deal but it turned out that he was so wrong. Without thinking much, he immediately took out his phone and called the chief editor.

The call was picked up.

was about to congratulate him on the breaking news when the journalist said, “Could you please remove the news right now? We cannot offend Mr. Welton.”

he said dismissively, “What are you

journalist

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would be doomed if Evan vented his anger on him.

are you afraid of? Everything will be fine. I’ll get you covered.” The chief editor got a bit

busy man. Even if the news about him had been divulged,

trouble.

mad. How could the chief editor be

conversation aside. It seemed that the chief editor wa not afraid of him at all. What a bold man! This man dared to make a profit by exposing his personal life

the journalist and snapped with

to disobey him and immediately passed the phone to him respectfully.

editor who spilled the beans about me?” Evans took the phone and said in an

Nevertheless, upon hearing Evan’s voice, he was instantly frightened, his face turning pale at once. He immediately put on an ingratiating smile rather than a cocky face, saying, “Hello… Mr.

“Misunderstanding? You took it a matter of course to make money by exposing my personal life just now. Why do you sound so

have heard me wrong.” The chief

don’t have time for this. You know why I’m talking to

thought that the rich like Evan wouldn’t care

with this on his own?

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