But Andy never expected that when he was holding his bad intentions and wanted to plot against others, he was first exposed by the other party.

"Search directly to the New York Post, see you in court, I will sue it until it goes bankrupt and close..."

Early in the morning, Andy waved the New York Post in his hand with anger and roared at the chief lawyer on the other end of the phone. With a "pop", he threw the newspaper in his hand on the coffee table. The maids around him lowered their heads in a silent manner, not daring to look at Andy who was on the fire.

The headline on the slowly unfolding newspaper's front page is "Baby baby's baby group: it needs to be disinfected before hugging!"

Since Joseph was born, he has become the most popular topic in New York. All media hope to get some news about the heir of the 10 billion empire. Even the blurred photos of Ivana holding him can be sold for thousands of dollars, so the commanding heights near Long Island Manor are occupied by these paparazzi.

I don’t know where something went wrong. Although there are many exaggerations in the content of this report in the New York Post, some of them are real. The insider interviewed by the Post claimed to be the loser of the nanny group. Although it is not ruled out that someone wants to find money and violates the confidentiality agreement, the probability is very small. After all, the nanny group around Ivana is all selected by the family.

The content of the newspaper was even more serious and random. Joseph's nanny group consists of ten people. Originally, 10 people should have taken care of the baby very easily, but the fact is that everyone is busy. Because there are many rules for the wealthy family...

What babies cannot leave people's sight 24 hours a day? Bodyguards and maids and others cannot hold their children. Others must disinfect their bodies before they touch the children. The first cry of the child, the nanny on duty must go to comfort him as soon as possible, otherwise they will be fined.

It was also revealed that the nai and nai powder used by Ivana and Joseph Jr. were transported directly from Andy’s pasture in Australia by private jets. The drinking water is purely natural and pollution-free mineral water from Tasmania at the end of the world... From this we conclude that the degree to which "10 billion babies" are difficult to serve.

At the end of the report, he mocked the wealthy family in a joking tone, saying that being rich is worry-free. Having a child is like giving birth to a toy, leaving the annoying things about washing diapers to coax the child to the servants, but they just need to make fun of the child with peace of mind, and also said that they would form a 10-person nanny, bodyguard and nutritionist. Have you considered that if someone wants to have a "super said" here, how should he deal with it?

Finally, this child is suffering too. He doesn't even have the most basic right to cry. He comes into contact with people who have been isolated and disinfected every day. I am really worried that he will completely lose his resistance when he grows up.

This content seems to be a joke, but no parent will think it is a joke. Long has a negative scale, so how could Andy ignore this report that "it's heart is punishable"? This time he was really angry.

"Martin!" After hanging up the phone, Andy's face turned gloomy and a cold light flashed in his eyes.

"Boss." Martin walked quickly to Andy with a cold look on his face.

Andy grabbed the newspaper on the table and stuffed it into his hands, and said coldly: "I want the information about all the people in this report. I believe everyone can feel their full malice towards me and my family..."

As he said that, Andy reached out and patted Martin on the shoulder, lowered his voice, and said in a cold tone: "Find out them and send someone to stare at them!"

“yessir!”

"No one can offend me to death without paying the price, no one..." Andy walked upstairs on the steps, whispering with a hint of hideous expression.

In the cloakroom, Andy was wearing a well-fitting suit while holding her cell phone to comfort Ivana, who was also angry on the other end of the phone.

"...Dear, don't worry, I will handle it...Okay, I will rush back to New York as soon as possible, wait a moment, and other calls will come in..."

Andy looked at the caller ID of another mobile phone and smiled at Ivana, "Haha, my dear, guess who called? Smart, it's Murdoch, OK, I'll listen to what he said first and call you later."

After hanging up the phone, Andy walked to the floor-to-ceiling window with his cell phone still buzzing, looked at the rainbows appearing under the fountain of Little Versailles, and answered the phone.

"Good morning, Rupert."

"Good morning Andy, sorry, I just learned about the report published by the New York Post. I'm sorry, I have ordered the reporter who wrote this false report, and the editor in charge. This report has caused harm to you and your family. I once again express my sincere apology..."

"hehe."

Andy apologized as soon as he heard Murdoch come up. He listened to the remedies he made, and was not moved at all. Instead, he sneered even more in his heart. "Mr. Murdoch, I also have a newspaper. Don't tell me that the front page headlines of the newspaper do not need to be signed and agreed by the editor-in-chief of the newspaper! Sorry, I can't accept your apology. If the apology is useful, then what do you need the police to do? You said yes?!"

After saying that, Andy hung up the phone directly without any delay. This time, he wanted to let everyone in the United States and the world know that Andy Smith is not a gentleman who is easy to mess with, but a vengeful bastard!

Don't mess with me!

In New York, listening to the busy tone in the phone receiver, Murdoch frowned on an old face, opened his mouth with a very ugly expression, and slowly hung up the phone.

"Dear, what did he say? Did you accept the apology..." Wendy Murdoch asked with an anxious look on the side with a very ugly face.

"..." Murdoch frowned and was silent for a few seconds, then shook his head and sighed, "Prepare to deal with the lawsuit."

"Shet!" Wendi Murdoch said in a straight line, "Is the editor-in-chief of the Post an idiot? How can such a report be published? It also uses headlines. Isn't this telling everyone that our News Group is targeting Andy Smith? No, I will call Ivana again, which will cause a war between the two media groups..."

"Okay!" Murdoch suddenly shouted loudly, staring at Wendi Murdoch with a deep face, and said coldly: "It's just a report, and I also apologize. Whether he accepts it or not, I have expressed my attitude. As for the others... I, Murdoch, have never been afraid of anyone!

Even if this is the beginning of a war!”

Wendy Murdoch looked at her elderly husband wearing a nightgown and slowly walked up the stairs, her face turned red and her mouth opened, not knowing what to say.

The convoy stopped in front of the Los Angeles Times headquarters building. Andy walked out of the car, his face was cold and his eyes were sharp. Because of his appearance, the protesters on the street opposite became more and more enthusiastic. He held up placards and shouted loudly against layoffs. The striker and editors who opposed the newspaper's policy of increasing external writers became colder.

Under the escort of many bodyguards, Andy struated into the newspaper building with his head held high, and walked into the elevator amid the greetings of the employees along the way.

At this time, in the newspaper conference room, there was a monitor on the conference table, facing the first seat of the conference table. Andy walked into the empty conference room, walked to the first seat, and sat on the boss's chair.

"Good morning, boss."

"Good morning, boss."

"Boss, good morning!"

On the LCD monitor, the subordinates in more than a dozen small windows listed said greetings at the same time. There were uneven greetings coming from the speakers on the conference table next to them.

Andy nodded lightly, took the microphone beside him and put it in front of him, and said coldly: "This time, our short target is News Corporation!"

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