The evening sun of the Victoria Harbor was just extravagant.

Harvey York sat on the roof of a cruise ship while flipping through dozens of newspapers he bought.

But after he was done, he seemed a little down.

He did not expect that the reporters were such cowards. He gave them such a big scoop, but they would not even dare report anything interesting.

The reporters would not dare to disrespect Vince York or Noah York.

“As expected from the rich and powerful.

“Even the media’s being controlled by them.”

Right as Harvey was lamenting about the situation, a person walked up and casually sat on the recliner beside Harvey.

He was Marcel York, the lord of the Yorks of Hong Kong.

He was wearing a Hawaiian-styled floral shirt and a pair of big sunglasses. He did not bring anybody with him at this moment.

If Harvey did not know who he was, he would have mistaken him for an ordinary man on the road.

Harvey handed Marcel a cup of coffee after seeing him lie down.

“Why are you here tod