"Mr. Trevino, that's not what I meant..."
She knew nothing about that the man in the silver mask except that his surname was Trevino.
Fear rose in her heart, so her voice softened and she spoke in a flattering tone.
"I'm just a little unconvinced. You asked so many media reporters to come over. Now I don't have anything to report and the leaders will scold me."
An even colder laugh came from the other side. "Really? But why do I see that you didn't grasp the opportunity?"
She stood in the front and was the first one to ask. It was just that Jaquan did not buy it.
"Miss Fain, you know what kind of woman I like and what kind of woman I hate. Don't be too annoying.
His voice suddenly turned completely cold, and there was only a busy tone left on the phone.