"I'm blackmailing you? ahahaha-"

Maya covered her mouth with her hands and let out a series of wild laughs. Laughing enough, she turned her neck slightly at a slight angle, squinting her eyes and looking at "Jose" coldly:

"What if I'm blackmailing you? You have no connections and no background here, even if you deal with the court, you, as the hero of the scandal, see if the public believes me or you! Big deal, we will burn all the jade!"

“......”

Jose stopped talking, and his lonely back looked helpless under the moonlight.

Seeing that he seemed to be frightened by his own words, Maya lowered her arrogance twice, and comforted him:

"Don't you Chinese have a saying? The so-called breaking wealth to avoid disasters, you give up some wealth, only to change the calm days in the future!"

"How much more do you want?" asked the vulture, "Jose" muffled.

Maya pursed her lips, which were a little dry, and then replied with a fluttering eyebrow:

"Not much, five million euros!"

"You're robbing money! What an unscrupulous journalist!"

"No way, what do you have to use to seal my mouth?"

“...... Who told you that if you want to shut up your woman's foul mouth, you have to use money!"

Jose's voice sounded stiff and gloomy, less polite to her than the conversation she had just had.

Maya could hear his anger in his transposed voice, but such an international student with no identity or social connections could not arouse her respect at all.

"What else can you use without money. When you see oil and water, you have to share it equally......"

The female reporter was unabated, and was talking proudly on her back, when she suddenly saw "Jose" turn around and glare at her. On his face, the pair of eagle-like eyes had melted into the endless sea water in front of him.

"You...... Your eyes...... When to ......"

Maya felt strange that her memory should not be skewed.

She clearly remembered that just before, the Asian man's eyes were not like this.

The ground beneath his feet suddenly roared. The sound of the "rumbling" earthquake caused the sea in front of the shore to boil as if it were boiled.

Earth...... Earthquakes? Tsunami --

In the panic, Maya's face turned pale, and before she could shout, two fierce waves rushed into her panicked pupils.

In front of her, the waves that were high above had crossed the shoreline, and over the head of "Jose" and swooped down on her with a force of decay.

And "Jose" always had a calm and leisurely smile on her elegant face, watching the female reporter with an incredible shock and despair swept up by the huge waves and her weak body, and instantly stirred into the hideous seawater. In another moment, she and the waves disappeared in the unfathomable depths of the ocean.

The sea returned to its original silence -

"Hehe......"

"Jose" laughed twice and whispered to himself:

"What else can you use to seal your mouth without money? Now you understand! Kill people and kill people, and don't do anything without stopping. Idiot, do you really think the gods make money so easily?"

——

Demos stayed in his studio and waited for news from Maya.

The morning after meeting her at midnight, he received a call from Maya, saying that she needed money and asked him to transfer part of the money to the designated account first.

Demos knew that the girl was very thief, and even if he helped him, he would have to discuss the conditions with him. From her own point of view, she is definitely the one who does not see the rabbit and refuses to scatter the eagle.

However, his human identity is also a character in the world, after all, he still has his own needs, and Demos didn't think much about it, and immediately operated on the Internet after hanging up the phone, and transferred two million euros to the account designated by Maya.

After the money was transferred, Demos's heart was somewhat steady. All he had to do was wait quietly for Maya to give the information about the information dealer.

The thought of the distance between himself and the hateful mastermind was one step closer, and Demos felt an irrepressible excitement in his heart.

He sat on the boss's swivel chair in front of the desk and clenched his fists fiercely, looking directly in front of him with a deep cold light emitting a deep cold light, as if the point locked by his two fierce lights was the clear figure of the initiator!

Don't let me catch you—

Demos said to himself, his eyes becoming more and more vicious.

But what happened later was much to Demos's surprise, and Maya had not had any contact with him since she had received his advance of two million.

Demos waited another afternoon, but still not heard from her.

Hey, that's weird......

Demos thought to himself, that woman must not want to help herself, no, three million euros is not a big temptation for her, she will never suddenly lose interest in money!

Or is it that she didn't have any skills at all, and just ran away from me as a journalist to cheat me?

With all sorts of speculation, Demos dialed Maya's phone.

The female reporter's mobile phone was connected to the earpiece of the landline in the studio, and the sound rang until it stopped automatically.

Maya didn't answer! What the hell was she doing—

After two minutes of waiting, Demos couldn't help but dial it again, and the ending was still the same.

His high mood instantly dropped.

All night, he sat motionless in the swivel chair, only staring at the landline in a daze.

In fact, Demos couldn't have imagined that Maya's scheming was greedy and was bought by "Jose" from the beginning, and the two teamed up to make a show to lure him and Carette into the game.

Afterwards, she took advantage of the opportunity for Demos to ask her for help, and teased and seduced the lion without achieving a direct lion's mouth.

When Demos's $2 million online payment arrived, she deliberately did not answer his calls, and on the other hand, she secretly colluded with "Jose" in a vain attempt to get another benefit from him.

She had planned to eat enough "Jose" herself and then sell him to Demos, and get the remaining three million and then slip away. Who would have thought that today's "Jose" is not an idle mortal, Maya not only failed to earn enough money, but even earned his life without allowing time to squander.

In the studio, Demos waited all night, and after dawn, he hurriedly dialed Maya's mobile phone, only to be told by the system that her number could not be reached.

Demos was really panicked, and anonymously called the "coffee point" media where she worked. Her colleague told him that Maya hadn't come to work yet, and that the company was looking for her urgently, but her mobile phone was still unreachable, so she couldn't be contacted.

Demos lightly opened the upper and lower rows of teeth, and inhaled a cool breath with a "sizzle". There was a "pop" in his chest, and his heart was shrouded in a fog of uneasiness.

Was she really deceived by that woman? Or was something wrong with her......

Two days later, Demos finally learned from the radio news that the night before that, Maya, a key reporter for the "Coffee Point" media community, had died in the tsunami in the Lavaux district. The report also said that the tsunami was so strong that several residential buildings were destroyed by waves at the foot of the mountain in the Lavaux region.

After the panic, Demos calmed down and carefully calculated the time, the tsunami occurred on the evening of the second day after he met Maya. In this way, it is not difficult to imagine the real reason why I couldn't get through to her mobile phone signal when I called her later.

Damn! The only clue is now broken—

For several days, Demos was extremely bored, and he felt helpless in the oppressive air of the studio.

Two million euros was a small sum of money to him, and he was more concerned about the sudden interruption of the investigation than the loss of property.

With his half-length curly black hair and a cigarette in his hand, Demos walked up and down a room on the first floor of the studio, pondering everything Maya had said to him when she came here late at night, trying to find some useful clues. In any case, he is determined to continue the investigation, and he is bound to find out the manipulator of the conspiracy!

She once said that if she wants to check that guy, she should start from the side of the gossip hero......

At this point, Demos suddenly remembered the vague reminder Maya had left behind when she left the studio.

That guy either knew Jose or had a grudge against himself in business-

Demos stopped his restless stuttering, took a puff on his cigarette, and began to speculate.

Over the years, his career development can be described as a fish in water, even if it will attract the eyes of others, but with his sleek means of doing things and the expansion of his network, he will always teach those boring people to envy and envy but not hate.

And even if he had, how would he know about me, Carret, and Jose?

If you think about Jose......

At this moment, a deep furrow formed between Demos's eyebrows.

At present, there are only a handful of Chinese who choose to study art in Greece, and José, as an international student who has left his homeland, has no like-minded friends around him. Even if it was to show off, who could he tell in advance about the disgraceful things he was prepared to do?

Could it be that he is himself......

When such an idea came to his mind, Demos squinted his eyes and took another hard puff on the cigarette before slamming the cigarette butt directly on the floor tile and making up for it.

Demos considered his suspicion to be very unrealistic.

He still understands Jose's personality, even if he has always been a rival in love, but to be fair, Jose is a decent young man no matter what, and he will never have such a deep city......

However, how did a man with such a shallow mind have the courage to put Kareta on his bed shortly after returning to Greece......

Who is the man hiding in the shadows, using Jose and Carret's old relationship to make a fuss and set up such an exquisite game?

Demos thought that the stinging in his brain would not be fruitful, so he tried to adjust his mentality and no longer play in vain.

Smoking another cigarette, he shifted his thoughts back to the Southside villa. Thinking that in order to investigate the truth of the scandal, he spent nearly a week in the studio in vain, so he decided to leave and return there immediately.