Rewriting My Heart's Fate

Chapter 540 "U-Um, we..." I stammered, unsure of how to respond.

Madison was quick to help me continue the conversation.

"Mr. Albright, to be honest, we're here to ask you about your business plans for the future. We heard that you frequent Welton Avenue lately. Are you going to invest in some kind of huge project? Can you tell us a thing or two about it?"

I suddenly realized how Madison managed to become one of the most powerful figures in the dark web. She wasn't just a brutal psychopath, but she was also really quick-witted.

Murphy let out a cold laugh. "Finally, you stop beating around the bush. Indeed, I have my plans, but they're confidential. I can't disclose anything about them."

On second thought, he said, "Besides, why should I tell you two about my plans? You two are just reporters from a puny magazine company. Do you really think you're worthy enough of finding out about my plans?"

His scornful and derogatory remarks pissed me and Madison off, but we didn't talk back.

Madison and I could only suppress our anger and forced ourselves to smile despite his insults.

"You're right, Mr. Albright. We overstepped our boundaries." My jaw was tense from anger when I spoke. I said, "We're truly grateful that you agreed to this interview. Shall we talk about something else?"

leaned backwards on the couch. He looked as if he wasn't

this. So, I decided to take the risk and ask him, "Mr. Albright, we'd also like to know

never left Murphy's face when I told him that, and I noticed that his flippant expression turned a little tense at the mention of the

composed manner, he said, "I think I've heard that name somewhere before this, but I don't remember who that person is. Why

a huge case about him. He's missing now. Mr. Albright, do

It was obvious enough that Madison had

pretended not to know a single thing about it. "I have no idea where he's gone. Just who are you people?

do you keep asking me nonsensical

showed it to him. "Of course, we're reporters. This is our

at the pass for a while, his expression shifting a few times as if he was contemplating

he shot up from the couch, hitting the table with

I don't care who

out

make you regret

she