ACE ARGENT
"Mr. Argent? Just one question, please. Please, Mr. Argent?"
I sighed, putting on my sunglasses.
"What is it?"
The girl's eyes lit up, and she quickly placed the mic near her lips. "Do you have any comments about your father? Who do you think leaked those tapes, and do you think it was done to strengthen your defense?" She turned it to me.
I felt the urge to roll my eyes. "That was more than one question." I continued walking, but she was persistent, and stood in front of me. Since she was a woman, Kyle, my bodyguard, could not do much about her.
"Mr. Argent, please. Just answer any one of them."
I stopped again, turning to her. "I don't understand why I'm still being asked such questions, honestly. It's been five years, I served a few months in prison, got out, and
