Chapter 221: Wiretapping

"Shit!"

On the street, Gary watched as Link's car drove away and kicked a metal trash can on the curb, causing a few water bottles to jump out.

To blend into the building, he had spent two hundred pounds on a delivery person's outfit, but just after he entered, Link left with his bodyguards. All that effort for nothing.

"Damn, I ran up and down over twenty floors of stairs, I'm exhausted. Bernard, do we continue following them?"

Charlotte came over with a tool bag on her back, her face sweaty and her expression annoyed.

Gary adjusted his glasses and sighed softly, unsure of what to do.

Entertainment journalists are somewhat like gold miners; whether they strike it rich often depends on luck.

Like his boss Joseph, who was just a minor journalist over a decade ago.