Chapter 545

"How else would you explain some random guy from outside our industry sitting in the seats prepared for the Watford World reporters?" Jerome believed in his theory the more he talked about it. The brown-haired guy behind me smiled in embarrassment. He'd just sat wherever he wanted. What mattered was the information he got. He was evidently a professional journalist. He did not talk rashly and ignored any glances sent his way. I sneered at Jerome. "Are you mocking me? I'm the reporter who wrote about the news today!" Jerome said, narrowing his eyes, which were already quite small, to begin with. Now, they looked like two lines on his face. He really was quite childish. I sighed quietly. "How rare it is to have a journalist like you in Watford World?" On top of being oblivious, he was also causing a scene in public. Did he want to quit being a journalist? The people around Jerome had been showering him with praise since the morning when they began printing papers frantically. A r