Chapter 157: The Locals Are Very Rude!

After the press conference ended.

Victor, Cuauhtémoc, and some officials from the Drug Enforcement Department had just finished taking photos together and were preparing to leave when the female journalist from the Los Angeles Times approached them.

"Mr. Victor."

She called out, waiting for him to turn around, "May I conduct an in-depth interview with you?"

Victor glanced at his watch, smiled, and said, "I'm sorry, miss, but I have to return to Baja California this afternoon, I'm afraid..."

Undeterred, the journalist took out a business card and handed it over, flipping the blonde bangs from her forehead, "Then, may I have one of your business cards?"

Victor gave her a look, noting she was wearing jeans, about 175 cm tall, with a great figure. Of course, he wasn't such a vulgar man; he saw the efforts of a young girl in the field of journalism, glancing toward Casare standing beside him.

Lacritus had said, "The eyes are the most reliable..."