A certain image appeared in Titus Zane's mind, his heart panicked and he instinctively grabbed Nathan Moore's wrist. He barely opened his mouth but before he could make a sound, the man beside him spoke calmly and unhurriedly. His thin lips curved slightly, seemingly gentle and harmless, yet his words carried a full threat.
"Grandfather, you are in politics, and you invited quite a few media reporters here today. If this gets out, I'm afraid it wouldn't be in your favor."
Evander Lancaster's attempt to reach for his phone paused, as Samuel Zane already barked in anger, "Make the call, don't listen to him, I've been retired for so many years, what am I afraid of!"
