Chương 927: The Journalist

Turning his head toward the voice, Alex cursed.

"Fuck. Why did he come looking for me, instead of calling the number on the card…" he groaned.

"Hmm?" Kary hummed, looking at the man running at them.

"Mr. Leduc! Please! A moment of your time!" the man shouted, running at them, holding his shoulder bag in place with one hand, and his notebook with the other.

Alex stepped between him and Kary, glaring at the man.

"Listen, man. Whatever it is you want to ask, I'm not interested in answering. You are invading my privacy, and I don't deal well with that. Now, back off," he growled.

The man's feet almost screeched to a halt as his face paled.

"I am terribly sorry I came to your home. But I couldn't find any other way to reach you, Mr. Leduc," the man apologized, his face still pale, but his eyes taking in the surroundings.

Kary looked at him over Alex's shoulder and smirked.