As she spoke, she glanced at Lorraine Hanson, her small face as cold as ice, her brows tightly furrowed—
"...Mr. Hanson, we small employees are not wealthy and can't be compared to you high-society people, but please don't belittle us! Not everyone would do immoral things for money, and in my eyes, selling someone's privacy is immoral!..."
She took a deep breath, her chest heaving with excitement, "Yes, I admit, I shouldn't have taken those photos without your consent, but I've answered you very seriously, I never thought about backing up the photos. Now, it was not intentional, and it is my fault. I apologize to you for this. As for selling the photos to the press, please take back those words. At least I have not done it... Before I figure this out, I urge you to be more lenient!"
Tracy's words took several minutes, her tone was strong and powerful, each sentence sincere, and in the end, she even used honorifics.
