His expression turned completely grim.
"Today's incident is purely a misunderstanding, limited only to the events that occurred here tonight. You can choose to shut up and leave, keeping your job, or choose to add fuel to the fire, making the matter public for everyone to know. But don't blame me for not warning you about the consequences!"
The reporters looked at each other, many with pale faces.
One of them couldn't even hold his notebook steadily, which fell to the ground with a "snap".
A few minutes later, Tristan Lowell's personal secretary received an emergency message and rushed over quickly.
He first forced himself to remain calm and arranged for the departure of the aristocrats present, personally escorting them to the waiting special cars outside.
Once most people had left, he turned and quietly inquired with the reporters who stayed behind.
"Where did you get the keys in your hands?"
