"It's not a small matter. Louis must figure it out." Allen stared at her with a hint of emotion in his words.
There was no trace of panic on Franti Cassia's face. Instead, the smile at the corners of her mouth became brighter. "As I said, this matter has nothing to do with me. Even if Louis finds out, he can't find out anything about me. Mr. Allen, you'd better care more about yourself."
Her fingertips swept past the man's black suit, and then she left.
Allen didn't look at her. He just waited quietly as the spotlight fell on Wendy until the reporters gradually dispersed.
After a while, Wendy Cassia heaved a sigh of relief. She shook her sore neck and walked towards the door. Allen followed her. "Director Wendy, this press conference is really perfect."