The reporter was stunned.
Jared Miles glanced at her and answered his own question. "I do. This class was designed for her!"
The reporters at the scene were instantly thrilled. This was a huge scoop!
They immediately rushed forward to ask, "Excuse me, does your sister play this class?"
"Mr. Miles, did you come back because your sister is going to participate in the auditions?"
"Mr. Miles, has your sister's autism recovered?"
...
Jared Miles didn't answer a single question. He strode briskly toward the exit, reverting to his usual icy, unapproachable CEO persona.
Suddenly, the reporters chasing Jared Miles felt an intense, oppressive aura that made them involuntarily falter, their pace slowing.
One of the men, carrying a camera, grabbed a colleague in front of him and pulled him back. It took him a moment to recover before he said fearfully, "Stop chasing them. There's a High Rank Martial Artist among them. That pressure was his warning..."
