“In the past, we’ve interviewed plenty of wealthy people. Darius is considered relatively kind and easy to speak to compared to some of the others we’ve seen. If we apologize to him and try to talk to him again, I think we’ll be able to get this interview done.”

The reporter’s eyes became redder, and she whipped her head around to glare at the cameraman. “How can you say something like that? I didn’t do anything wrong, so why should I apologize to him to make him happy? Are you telling me to forget about my dignity so that I can get my job done? Is there something wrong with your brain? I didn’t do anything wrong!”

The cameraman didn’t expect her to get so mad; the look in her eyes was so feral that the cameraman couldn’t even think about whether she was right. He backed away, but he was a little too slow.

When the reporter finished her rant, she immediately swung a hand at the cameraman. He thought she would hit him, so he leaned back to dodge her. Unexpectedly, the reporter’s atten