Chapter 1289

Tyler glanced at Harry and said, "Tell him that he did well and that I'm doubling his year-end bonus."

Harry stared at Tyler, unable to react.

"About the press conference tomorrow..." Tyler added.

Harry flinched and immediately snapped out of it. "Don't worry, Mister Hart. I've made the arrangement. We'll shatter the rumors, and none of the reporters will ask any difficult questions..."

Tyler remained calm. "Order the reporters to ask the most provoking questions they can think of."

"But..."

Tyler narrowed his eyes coldly. "But, what?"

"Nothing."

Harry felt a rush of bewilderment and decided it was best not to say anything, so he left the room with a puzzled expression.

Vicky had just made some tea and noticed his odd demeanor. Concerned, she asked, "Harry, what's wrong? Has something happened again?"

"No, it's nothing..." Harry tried to brush it off, but his appearance suggested otherwise.

Vicky probed further, "Did Tyler say something odd to you?"

"Mister Hart...asked me