"Mr. Cheney, pictures of you and Miss Fern shopping were taken," someone reported.
"Same as always."
"Understood."
Charles Mcintosh hung up the phone and began tracing the IP address.
Mr. Cheney did not allow anyone to secretly take photos of his personal life. Everyone, within and outside of the circle, knew that well, so no one dared point a camera at Sylvan Cheney.
In the past, audacious reporters had tried, but they'd disappear from Landon city the very next day.
It was clear whether one's work or one's life was more important.
Ever since then, no one dared to capture images of Mr. Cheney.
However recently, Mr. Cheney had been secretly photographed twice, and everyone in the industry wondered who was so bold.
But they all agreed, the person taking the photos was probably long gone.
Charles was always very efficient. Five minutes later, he pinpointed the source.
"Mr. Cheney, it's Miss Yale," Charles relayed over another call to Sylvan Cheney.