All the reporters turned their heads.

Philip and Emily were completely caught off guard. The resentful expressions on their gloomy faces were quickly captured by the reporters’ cameras. By the time Philip and Emily reacted, Sandra had already taken Wesley away.

They wanted to chase after them and confront them, but they didn’t have the authority to do so. Their emotions had clearly gotten the better of them.

They could only swallow their anger.

Some reporters whispered among themselves, planning to write an article about the power struggle within a wealthy family, accompanied by photos.

However, Philip spoke bluntly, “One million dollars for the photos.”

The reporters hesitated.

But one million dollars! That amount could grant them financial freedom.

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Only a few managed to react quickly enough and capture the moment. In other words, five million dollars would likely be enough to resolve the situation.

A tense silence filled the air.

Finally, a reporter spoke up.

“There are two of you!”

The others echoed in agreement, “Yes, two million dollars, and we’ll delete the photos.”

Philip gritted his teeth.

He had relied on the Hill family to get this far.

Even though he was now a teacher at an art school, his salary was meager.

He couldn’t even cover his basic expenses.

If he were given ten million dollars, it would almost wipe out his savings.

But if he didn’t give them the money… He looked at the reporters.

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They all appeared arrogant.

He would have to give each of them two million dollars, or they would expose the matter.

He took a deep breath and gritted his teeth. “Don’t push it too far.”

The reporters were surprised. “You’re the son of the Hill family. Ten million dollars shouldn’t be a big deal for you, right?”

Philip was speechless.

Emily didn’t care about the money because she knew her brothers loved her dearly and would pay for her.

She was more worried about her reputation.

Now, everyone in Geniston knew she wasn’t the real daughter of the Hill family. If she lost her reputation, she would be despised.

She nervously grabbed Philip’s sleeve.

“Philip, why don’t you just give them the money?”

If anyone else had said that, Philip would have angrily rebuked them.

But it was Emily.

So, even though he wasn’t happy about it, he had to comfort her.

He suppressed his anger and made a decision.

“Fine, you can have the money, but I want all your cameras.”

If these reporters received the money, they would practically achieve financial freedom. The cameras were nothing to them, so they readily nodded.

Sandra went to the technical department.

After the incident with the “hacker,” the people in the technical department respected her.

Besides, she had no intention of managing the technical department and didn’t pose a threat to anyone. There was no workplace bullying either.

Her workload in the department was minimal because there were rarely any transactions.

The only exception was a recent technical forum that required her presence.

Her assistant, Charles Palmer, implied that she only needed to show up, and they would handle the rest.

She couldn’t miss such a good opportunity.

After signing a few documents, she overheard some gossip.

“Mr. Harrison is now in charge of the design department, but things aren’t going well.”

“It’s such a pity. Mr. Cooper used to be so talented, and now he’s groveling.”

“I heard Mr. Harrison was Mrs. Cooper’s brother’s mentor. I wonder if Mrs. Cooper can help.”

Sandra ignored them and continued typing on her keyboard.

But they didn’t stop.

“I heard that the design department prepared seven designs, and Mr. Harrison has reviewed all of them. Guess what?”

“Just say it.”

“Those designs are highly regarded in our company, but Mr. Harrison isn’t satisfied with any of them. He even said that our company has run out of ideas.”

“He’s so mean.”

While everyone was outraged, Sandra sent an email.

She glanced at her watch and smirked.

A hint of mockery appeared on her cold face.

Then she slowly stood up.

As the deputy director of the technical department, everyone assumed she had something to deal with and quickly fell silent.

But she didn’t say anything and walked out without a word.

Everyone was left confused.

“Did Mrs. Cooper go to the design department?”

“I think so.”

“Let’s go and see what happens.”

“I don’t want to miss it.”

“Let’s go.”

In the design department.

This department gathered almost all the talented people in Geniston.

However, all their designs had been rejected by Ben.

It was ridiculous.

When Sandra entered, Ben was in the middle of criticizing.

“Mr. Cooper, you were indeed very talented before.

“But now, you’ve lost your flair.

“No offense, but…”

Ben sighed.

“You’d better focus on designing and stop chasing fame and fortune.”

In other words, it would be better for Wesley to resign.

Joey clenched his fists. If the person next to him hadn’t held him back, he would have punched Ben in the face. Ben seemed oblivious to the danger.

He smiled helplessly, like an elder who cared about Wesley.

“Mr. Cooper, to be honest, I used to want you as my disciple, but…”

“Anyway, I don’t want to see you like this.”

Sandra chuckled when she heard this.

It was silent in the design department.

Her chuckle caught everyone’s attention.

She walked up to Wesley.

After a few days of baths, Wesley no longer needed a wheelchair.

But he still sat in one at the company, perhaps to lower Debra’s guard.

But those details didn’t matter.

Sandra rested her hands on the wheelchair as she looked at the seven designs on the table.

“Mr. Harrison, I have a question for you.” Ben frowned.

He didn’t know Sandra.

Philip whispered something to him, and then he looked at Sandra with displeasure.

He said flatly, “Go ahead.”

Sandra pointed to the first design and asked, “Is it because you don’t like this one? Do you think our country’s traditional culture doesn’t match your aesthetic?”

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