Adrian's eyes were cold and fierce, the curve of his lips seemingly filled with extreme sarcasm.
The male reporter, held by the collar, felt his heart skip a beat. His expression was panicked, and his face betrayed an undeniable fear.
"I… I'm sorry. We made assumptions about Miss Vaughn's private matters without proper investigation."
Adrian coldly scanned everyone present, and with a bang, let go of the reporter's collar.
He did it ruthlessly, and the reporter almost stumbled to the ground, landing clumsily in humiliation.
However, under Adrian's authority, no one dared to laugh even a little. The atmosphere felt heavy, so intense that it seemed suffocating.
"As journalists, have you ever considered doing rigorous reporting, based on the reality of the situation? Can you even call yourselves media professionals?"
In the chilling air, his voice was like sandpaper grating against the heart, every word striking heavily.
