Chapter 811

Philip was in a dilemma. He could neither admit nor deny it.

Finally, he took a deep breath and said, “I asked a friend to help. He has some connections and

resources in the circle.”

On the other end, Wynn was silent for a moment before saying, “Thank you.”

Sure enough, it was Philip.

However, was his friend really that amazing?

According to the colleagues from the PR department, this person was formidable with powerful

methods!

“I want to thank him in person. Please arrange it for me,” Wynn suddenly said.

This time, Philip was flustered as he quickly declined. “Well, he’s not in Riverdale but Capital City.

Maybe next time I’ll treat him.”

Wynn was too persistent.

“Well, okay then, but you must thank him for me. He did me a great favor this time,” Wynn said

gratefully, “By the way, how much did it cost? Let me know and I’ll wire it back to him.”

Philip smiled helplessly. It was still their money in the end.

“Okay, I’ll find out later. Oh yes, I have something to deal with, so I’ll have to hang up now. You should

go home soon.”

Philip pretended to be busy and hung up the phone in a hurry.

Wynn was not suspicious either.

After all, her husband was the big boss of Milanelson Angel Investment Group and must have some

connections.

In that case, had she underestimated him all this while?

Who could his friend be?

“Why does he have so many friends…” Wynn muttered under her breath in the car, frowned, and

walked down before returning to the company.

Although she did not want Philip’s help, the facts were right in front of her. There were some things that

she could not handle well.

Back at the office, the PR staff approached and asked excitedly, “Madam Johnston, how is it? What did

your friend say? Who is that great person? Out of the 12 Emperors of Entertainment, only three have

never been seen in public. We know about the rest. Are they one of the three emperors?”

All of them assumed that Wynn met up with that person just now.

Wynn said with a smile, “It’s not. Okay, that’s enough. Get back to work.”

No?

Everyone was even more confused now!

Did that mean this was done by someone other than the 12 Emperors?

Terrifying!

It seemed that another new emperor would soon emerge in the entertainment industry!

Apart from those three, no one else could employ such methods!

It not only involved money but more importantly, contacts and resources as well as the power to call on

the keyboard warriors!

At the same time, Philip had arrived at Beaver Media in Theo’s exclusive car.

It was that brightly lit mansion.

A team that consisted of dozens of black-suited bodyguards escorted Philip out of the car.

Behind him, a tall and slender Anna followed, looking like a goddess.

As for Philip, he stood in front of everyone while flexing his wrists, his eyes filled with disdain. With his

hands in his trouser pockets, he swaggered toward the mansion.

This appearance was befitting of a handsome and domineering president!

The female receptionist at the mansion’s front panicked when she saw these people rushing in.

“Please hold on, Sir. How can I help you?”

The receptionist had a neat ponytail and fair skin. She had a sweet look and spoke harmoniously.

“Is this Beaver Media?” Philip asked with a faint smile.

“Yes, Sir. Are you looking for Mr. James?”

The receptionist was very polite. After all, there were so many of them and they did not look like

ordinary people. Could they be friends of Mr. James?

“Yes.” Philip nodded.

“I’m sorry, Sir. There are no appointments for meeting guests here, so I’m afraid Mr. James won’t be

seeing you tonight.” The receptionist smiled slightly and declined very gently.

Philip frowned, glanced at the mansion, and sneered at the corner of his mouth. He then walked right

in.

At this time, the receptionist was so anxious that she hurriedly stepped forward and opened her arms

wide. Holding her chest up, she stopped Philip.

The two of them almost collided.

“I’m sorry, Mister. Mr. James won’t be seeing you. If you continue further, I’ll have to call security.”

The receptionist’s face gradually became cold.

As she spoke, two very burly security guards walked out behind her.

Philip frowned impatiently and said, “I advise you to step aside.”

The receptionist was very dedicated. She could already tell that Philip was here to cause trouble. Her

face turned cold as she said, “Sorry, but no. Security, kick them out!”

In that case…

Four bodyguards in black suits walked out from behind Philip, approached them, and subdued the

opponents in no time at all.

The receptionist was frightened out of her wits and rushed in with her face drained of all colors.

She ran into the living room of the mansion. At this moment, Robbie and his staff were making calls

urgently.

They had no choice. The online public opinion about them was too popular.

The atmosphere in the entire hall was very tense.