"Father, given the Organization's power, even if photos of Pisco firing a gun are published by reporters tomorrow, we could easily suppress them, couldn't we?"
There was a silence on the other end of the phone, as if the person had caught the cold tone in Bai Yexiu's voice—this was the first time Cointreau had ever spoken to him in such a frigid manner.
"Xiaoxiu, who told him to mess up and let someone take pictures?" The man's voice was extremely gentle, even laced with doting indulgence and helplessness. "I know you and Pisco have a good relationship, but there's nothing to be done."
Chapter 89