Smack...
After Dani finished the interview and left, Sang Biao could no longer contain his rage. He slammed a fist into the side of his boat, his eyes turning bloodred.
His huge eyes blazed with fury. He looked ready to burst into flames.
"I'm furious... That damned man recorded something so humiliating. How am I supposed to face anyone again?"
Blood Manli's brows shot up and her eyes widened. Her chest rose and fell with anger, her breasts straining against her clothes as if they might burst free at any moment.
The memory of Dani's probing questions made her want to crawl into a hole.
For example: "How many times a month do you get your period? Is it regular?"
"How many boyfriends have you had? What type do you like? Who are you seeing now? How many times a month do you sleep together?"
"Is your boyfriend any good? When you're intimate, what kind of mood do you like? What do you do and say? Could you describe it in detail?"
...Dani had asked politely, but could Blood Manli refuse to answer?
Dani was an old hand at this. When it came to digging up valuable material, he was a master among tabloid reporters.
Whatever he wanted to know, he could eventually pry out of someone.
He had wrung Haas and the others dry too, digging into every guilty secret, affair, and strange fetish they might have had.
Dani had paid Shakky a great deal of money, but he would earn it back many times over. Nor was he worried about the government sending people after him. He knew exactly how to stay alive.
The BBC had newspaper offices all over the world. He could leave Sabaody and lie low for a while, and it would feel like a