The commotion neared from a distance.

After a while, Byron appeared in front of Rosalie with a cold expression.

Looking at the man in front of her, Rosalie's eyes were filled with astonishment. "Why are you here?"

The man seemed to have just finished a meeting. He was dressed in a suit, and his tie was slightly loose as if someone had pulled it.

Hearing her question, Byron’s expression became colder. "Why can't I come when you can?"

After saying that, Byron gave her a look at her that held suppressed anger. He then turned to face the reporters behind him. His icy gaze swept across the reporters' faces one by one. "If you have any questions, I can answer them for her."

Everyone trembled with a start at Byron’s gaze. They each looked back at one another. For a moment, no one dared say anything.

Considering Byron’s position, if they were to say one wrong word today, they might lose their jobs because of it.

No one wanted to face such a situation.

Byron frowned. He grabbed the wri