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Chapter 237: Following the Network Trail
Chapter 237: Following the Network Trail
"Hmm?"
Just as the Black Sheep suddenly went back on his word and demanded Lyon to take it back immediately, a female reporter wearing a wide-brimmed woolen hat in the editorial department of the Sun Daily Publishing House suddenly stirred. She reached behind and patted her buttocks, and her two round eyes revealed a hint of surprise.
"Nicole?"
Although her movements were exaggerated, the female reporter didn't make any sound, not even the rustling of clothes, so she went unnoticed. Only her colleague, whose sleeve she had brushed, noticed the anomaly and tilted his head, whispering a warning:
"Be careful, the director is holding back a scolding. Don't let him catch you!"
"Yeah, yeah, but don't worry, he won't be able to get away with it for long."
After nodding slightly at the well-intentioned colleague, the reporter instinctively pulled down her woolen hat, covering a small tuft of hair that had lifted at her temple. Then, she secretly sniffed at the director, who was lecturing with a sullen face, and then tilted her head, giggling softly as she whispered:
"Old Martin's family status is too low. He can't stand up at home and is completely controlled by his 200-kilogram fierce wife. He can only vent his frustration during meetings.
So it's no big deal to endure a couple of scoldings. Next month, when I become the director of the news department, I guarantee that these useless meetings, which only serve to relieve impotent old men's frustration, won't be held again!"
"Hmm..."
Amused by the reporter's words, the colleague beside her almost bit her cheeks, holding back laughter with great difficulty, her face turning red from the effort.
After secretly catching her breath several times and regaining her composure, the female colleague couldn't help but whisper a complaint:
"Nicole, please don't get me into trouble. If I had laughed just now, Old Martin would probably have scolded me for an hour!"
"Sorry, sorry."
After a perfunctory apology, the reporter flipped her wrist and took out a theater ticket, offering it to her colleague as a genuine gesture of apology.
"Consider this as my apology. How's that?"
This is... a ticket to the Morning Star Theatre's performance? And it's a special edition signed by Master Wilde himself, allowing for a backstage handshake with the master after the show!
The colleague secretly glanced at the ticket in her palm and couldn't help but feel overjoyed. But soon, she reacted and looked at the smiling reporter with suspicion, saying, "Not good! You suddenly give me such an expensive ticket, there must be some trouble you want me to help with, or even ask me to take the fall for you!"
"You're right! You're so smart!"
After playfully winking at her, the reporter slightly clenched her legs, her petite face looking as if it were powdered. She twisted and turned, saying, "Well... I slept late yesterday, and I was worried I wouldn't make it through the morning, so I drank a few extra cups of coffee. Old Martin's nonsense today is exceptionally abundant, and he's been talking for over an hour without finishing. So, could you..."
She understood. It was an urgent need to pee, and she wanted someone to cover for her. But today was the topic selection meeting. When it was her turn to stand up and present her news topic, if Nicole didn't return, she feared she would have to endure double the scolding on her behalf.
Double scolding... Master Wilde's ticket... Oh well! It's worth it!
After hesitating with the ticket in her hand for a while, the colleague sighed, put the ticket in her pocket, and then moved her chair forward, blocking half of the reporter's body.
"Then hurry back!"
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, you're the best, Maggie~mua~"
After giving her friend a sincere flying kiss, the reporter found a good shield. She leaned back slightly, using her colleague's body to block the view of others, and then secretly extended her foot, which was wearing a pair of small cowhide boots, and lightly hooked open the slightly ajar back door of the meeting room.
"Creak~"
Accompanied by a light sound from the old door hinge, the reporter, who had just been sitting upright at the desk, suddenly vanished without a sound from the meeting room, and no one noticed her departure.
The room was empty, and as she hurried to the newspaper office entrance, the female journalist frowned, sensing the absence of a certain presence. She turned to ask, "You just mentioned sensing another part of your information. Where did it go?"
A long silence followed, testing the journalist's patience. Finally, a voice, as if still half-asleep, slowly spoke up.
"It ran away."
Of course it ran away! I came here to find it, and it's already gone! The question is, where did it go? The journalist's face darkened, and she huffed, exasperated. "Direction! Location! Details! Hurry up! Tell me anything you know! Don't make me do all the asking! And where did the other part of you go?!"
"..."
"..."
"I don't know."
"..."
Damn that lazy demon! I used a precious signed ticket to come out here, and it's all for nothing. The journalist stomped her foot in frustration. She couldn't do anything about that lazy demon, so she gritted her teeth and headed back to the newspaper building.
As the journalist silently fumed, a fluffy, invisible goat tail that had been hanging behind her buttocks spoke up.
"There's someone from the Purification Bureau waiting in your office."
What?! The journalist's eyes widened in surprise at the tail's reminder. Ignoring her earlier vow, she asked warily, "Who's waiting? How many people? Are they here to arrest me or something?"
"..."
"Speak up!!!"
"A man. Just one. He's your fan."
"Huh???"
"This is Mr. Lyon, who collected three years' worth of double-edition stamps and obtained our newspaper's access pass."
After introducing Lyon, the smiling guide raised her hand towards the journalist, who was wearing a woolen hat, and said, "This is Ms. Nicole, a journalist in the News Department. In the six years she's been with us, she's written over four hundred popular news articles and more than a hundred and twenty in-depth reports. Our readers at the Sun Daily adore her work.
Whether it's the popular or quality editions, Ms. Nicole's reports have a large following. But readers like you, who subscribed to both editions for three consecutive years, are rare. Well, I'll leave you two to it."
After the brief introduction, which boosted both their statuses, the guide left without lingering.
Once the guide was gone, the two individuals, who had been silently speculating about each other's identities, fell silent. The female journalist spoke first.
"Mr. Lyon, you..."
"I came here to ask you a few questions."
As Lyon spoke, he took out prepared newspapers from his shopping bag and laid them on the table.
"Char Department's Big Sale, Man 'Heavily' Injured and Hospitalized"
"Shocking! The Lein Family Massacred Last Night, and the Murderer is This Person"
"Duke vs. Cabbage? Lein Family Crisis Comprehensive Review!"
"Slap on the Prince's Face, New Duke of Lein Family Suspected of Mania!"
"Beauty Over Power? Lionheart Duke Rumored to Marry into the Royal Family!"
"..."
"I just want to ask you..."
Lyon poked the newspapers on the table and scrutinized the journalist's expression, his face filled with dissatisfaction. "In the past month, you've written about me eight times, and none of them were flattering. What grudge do I hold against you? When you write your reports, do you have to target just me?"
(End of Chapter)
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