104: Chapter 104 That female anchor is coming to my office tonight to go over the script.

Late at night.

New York.

The steel forest of Manhattan lit up with dense, twinkling lights, and the Titan Center stood like a pitch-black heavy sword, piercing directly into the clouds.

The entire building was silent, except for the top-floor office, which emitted an unsettling warm glow.

Andrea stood in front of the elevator.

She took a deep breath.

Her slender fingers unconsciously stroked the folder in her arms.

She was still wearing that pure white professional suit, which made her temperament appear even colder and more aloof, like a solitary flower blooming on an ice field.

As the leading star of GBC, she was accustomed to facing the camera.

Even at a press conference at the Presidential Palace, she could ask the sharpest questions without changing her expression.

But tonight.

Her heart was beating very fast, a frequency that made her feel strange and fearful.

"Ding."

The elevator door slid open slowly.

There was no receptionist, no secretary.

What came into view was a dark gray corridor with dim lighting, and the thick wool carpet underfoot made no sound when stepped on.

She walked along the light.

She pushed open the heavy double doors.

The office was very large, so large that it felt somewhat empty.

The air was filled with a high-end woody fragrance, mixed with a faint scent of tobacco—the feeling of aggression from a mature man.

Chen Yuan had his back to her.

He was sitting in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling window.

Holding a cup of cold coffee in his hand, he was watching the bustling night view outside the window.

That posture.

It didn't look like a businessman; it looked more like a monarch patrolling his territory.

"Mr. Chen."

Andrea spoke up.

Her voice remained cold and aloof, carrying a professional sense of keeping others at a distance.

"I am here to review the script. Regarding tomorrow morning's news special."

Chen Yuan did not turn around.

He chuckled lightly.

The laughter was magnetic, sounding particularly jarring in the quiet room.

"The script?"

"Miss Andrea, do you think I need to look at those things?"

He slowly turned around.

His gaze was like a knife, instantly locking onto the woman standing at the doorway.

That look.

It carried a naked sense of scrutiny, as if he wanted to dissect her entire being.

Andrea gritted her teeth.

She stepped forward.

She slammed the folder onto the black marble desk.

"I am a reporter. I need to be responsible for every word I broadcast."

"Even if you are the boss of this television station now."

Chen Yuan stood up.

He walked up to her, and the distance between them was excessively close.

Andrea could smell the faint scent of gunpowder on him, along with a sense of oppression that made her whole body tense up.

"Responsible?"

Chen Yuan reached out.

His fingertips lifted her chin.

"In this world, the only rule is that the strong define the truth."

"If I want you to say Umbrella is the savior, then you are the savior."

"If I want you to say I am a demon, you can try that too. The premise is that you can bear the consequences."

Andrea tried to avoid his gaze.

But the deep blue flickering in the depths of his eyes seemed to possess some kind of magic.

"You are insulting my professional integrity."

She said with a trembling voice, her chest heaving violently with anger.

Chen Yuan laughed even more wantonly.

He let go of her.

He walked to the bar slowly and deliberately.

He poured two glasses of whiskey.

Adding ice, it made a crisp sound.

"Andrea. I know you."

"A Harvard honor student, having won all the major awards in journalism by the age of thirty."

"You pride yourself on being a guardian of the truth. But have you ever thought that the truth you see is also what others want you to see?"

He handed one of the glasses to her.

Andrea did not take it.

"I don't drink."

"This is an order."

Chen Yuan's voice suddenly turned cold.

That bone-chilling coldness made Andrea's delicate body tremble slightly.

She reached out with a trembling hand.

She took the glass.

The spicy liquid slid down her throat, bringing a burning sting.

"Very good."

Chen Yuan sat back in his chair.

He pointed to the huge holographic screen.

Countless complex data were jumping on it, along with several secret snapshots of the core laboratory of Johnson & Johnson.

"Don't you want the truth?"

"Go look at that. That is the record of live human experiments Johnson & Johnson has been conducting in Southeast Asia for the past ten years."

"And that one. That is the list of investigators murdered by their top management to cover up side effects."

Andrea put down the glass.

She quickly walked to the screen, her fingers trembling as she scrolled.

As she delved deeper into the data.

Her complexion turned from pale to ghastly.

These things.

Releasing just one part of this would be enough to make that pharmaceutical empire, Johnson & Johnson, crumble instantly.

"Are... are these real?"

She turned her head, her eyes filled with shock.

As a top reporter, she could distinguish the authenticity of this raw data.

"This is hell."

She murmured.

"That's right. This is the true color of your so-called 'civilized world'."

Chen Yuan had arrived behind her at some point.

He leaned over.

He whispered in her ear.

"How is it? Do you still think I am insulting your professional integrity?"

Andrea fell silent.

She felt her worldview collapsing.

That originally proud soul, which thought itself righteous.

In the face of the reality Chen Yuan showed.

Seemed so small, so ridiculous.

"Why tell me these things?"

She turned around, leaning against the screen, her breathing somewhat rapid.

She looked at Chen Yuan.

The resistance in her eyes was disappearing bit by bit.

Replacing it.

Was a sense of trembling and worship in the face of an unknown, immense power.

"Because you need a true god to follow."

Chen Yuan reached out.

He gently brushed her cold, beautiful cheek.

"Instead of those hypocrites who only know how to play with bubbles."

"From tomorrow on, you will be the sharpest pen in my hand."

Andrea slowly lowered her head.

Her self-esteem, her pride.

At this moment, were all sacrificed to the man in front of her.

"I understand."

Her voice became hoarse.

Chen Yuan patted her shoulder with satisfaction.

"Go wash your face. Your eyes now finally have a bit of the 'Umbrella' look."

He sat back in front of the computer.

His fingers typed the last few characters on the keyboard.

The map on the big screen instantly turned blood red.

Data from major exchanges across the United States began to scroll frantically.

One short-selling order after another regarding Johnson & Johnson.

Like a school of sharks that had smelled blood.

Instantly surged into the financial ocean.

Victor pushed the door open and entered.

He looked at the strange and ambiguous atmosphere in the office.

He chuckled lewdly.

"Boss, everything is ready. The funds have all entered the market."

Chen Yuan ignored Victor's lewd smile.

He stared at the data on the computer.

A cruel arc curled at the corner of his mouth.

"Very good."

"Since they want to play, then we will play with them to the end."

Chen Yuan turned his head.

Looking at Andrea, whose expression was now firm.

"Begin."

"Short Johnson & Johnson."

"I want, at the moment the market opens tomorrow."

"To hear the sound of that empire collapsing."