The sky had darkened, and the coldness of the night cast a chilling shadow over his handsome face, his fingers tightening as he pressed a clear fingerprint on the phone screen.
"Did you finish reading?" Mike looked at his expression, the anger seemingly subsided, and asked calmly.
Maddox pressed his lips together, looked up, and glared at him angrily.
"When did this happen?"
"Half an hour ago."
"Did you find out who took the video?"
"Hmph, no way it's been found out that quickly." Mike said dismissively, "It's not surprising that someone filmed this. I told you so many times, and you always turned a deaf ear. Your self-control is so weak, it's totally normal for people to capture this."
"The actresses who tried to ride your coattails before were just making up things. Your fans are smart, they knew all those women were just making up stories and didn't bother much with them. But it's different this time - your fans seem pretty angry, and I guess they saw something."