Mason Nightshade stayed in place, motionless, his eyes coldly scanning the reporters.
The reporters held their breath, then gasped again.
This was the true Lord Victor Yann standing before them.
With just a word or a finger, he could decide their fate for the rest of their lives. Sometimes life is unfair; everyone is born and raised by parents, but some have overwhelming power and others can only live by climbing amidst trends.
But there's nothing they can do about it.
Mason Nightshade slightly curled his lips, seemingly too lazy to say another word to them.
Yet these people dared to bully those under his protection; if he didn't step out and warn them now, they'd believe they were above the law, believing his influence couldn't reach the press.
Lording over them with an attitude of „If you have something to say, say it," he declared, "Since you have so many questions, my assistant will stay behind and answer them for you."
