Chapter 2345: I need an explanation

"By the way, you may not believe it, but the little girl who suddenly popped out that day and asked me when to marry her." McGonagall shrugged.
"Is it her?" Irina asked in surprise.
But soon, her expression became a little weird, and she looked carefully at McGonagall for a while, and said: "I suddenly wonder if it is really a documentary."
"Your suspicion is unfounded." McGonagall sternly.
"Otherwise, how could other girls get into the drama so deeply?"
"That's because she wrote so wickedly that she couldn't distinguish between reality and illusion, and the situation that day appeared. Such an analysis can actually understand her behavior that day."
Irina sat down with her legs crossed and looked at McGonagall with a smile: "Then what are you going to do with her?"
"I observed her specially today, and she didn't seem to expect that a book would cause such a strange response."
"So you plan to let her go?"
"No, since she did this, she has to bear the responsibility to match it." McGonagall shook his head slightly, "but I still want to find out who is deliberately guiding this book to reality, this guy It's much more hateful than her."
"Do you think someone wants to deal with you?" Irina was a little surprised.
"If they knew that I was Alex, they wouldn't dare to have this idea, but if it was McGonagall, there would be more people who are jealous of the business in the Maimi restaurant." McGonagall laughed, a restaurant owner, and said Does not have a strong deterrent.
"Interesting, I just came back, they just made this, they want to put eye drops on my boss." Irina's face was also cold.
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At the end of the business the next morning, McGonagall contacted the intelligence system of the Grey Temple and used a little privilege to check whether anyone deliberately guided the Maimi restaurant these days.
Private use of public equipment is indeed extremely efficient.
A brief information was soon delivered to McGonagall.
"Delma, Cyril, these two guys, I didn't expect to get together." McGonagall looked at the briefing in his hand with a cold smile on his mouth.
In order to increase the sales of this book, Delmar Press deliberately changed the title of the book, and when it was announced, it intentionally or unintentionally advertised as an adaptation of reality, successfully creating a gimmick and making a hit.
In the process, the name Cyril appeared. In this operation, he gave Delma a lot of effort and bought a bookstore to deliberately slander McGonagall during the announcement.
McGonagall still understands Delmar's behavior. After all, interests are related, and people do most things without a lower limit.
But Cyril, who was completely defeated in the fight for inheritance rights with Gloria, was kicked out. At this time, he didn't want to counterattack. What the was he when he came to black?
Although puzzled, this did not affect his decision to make these two pay a price.
McGonagall rode his bicycle to Delmar Publishing House again, and before reaching the door, he saw Cynthia hesitating at the door of the publishing house.
"Why did she come?" McGonagall stopped the bicycle and stood against the wall, looking at Cynthia with a puzzled face wandering outside the publishing house.
Cynthia didn't look very well today, her eyes were dark, as if she didn't sleep well last night.
After a while, she seemed to have made up her mind, looked up at the sign on the door, and walked into the publishing house with a look of death.
McGonagall got interested, collected his bicycle, sneaked into the magazine, found Delmar's office, and stood in the corner listening.
"What?! Do you want me to take off "Boss Mai's Afraid Wife"?"
Delma's sharp voice sounded, with surprise and anger in it.
"Yes, I only learned yesterday that this book has caused great trouble to Mr. Mai’s life and even hurt his family. This is something I never expected. I feel very guilty and I am very sorry for Mr. Mai. Well, so I want to remove this book immediately, and at the same time I will write a clarification notice to inform everyone that this is just a book I imagined out of thin air and has nothing to do with Boss Mai. Boss Mai is a good man."
Cynthia's voice sounded, her voice determined.
McGonagall nodded slightly. This Nizi didn't know it, and knew that she had a conscience to stop her and want to make amends.
"Huh! Did you take it off the shelf if you wanted it?" Delmar snorted coldly: "You took a generous amount of manuscript fees, and now you want to take it off the shelves, who will bear the loss of our publishing house? Stand again, treating our publishing house as a fool?
Let me tell you this. This book will never be off the shelves. Not only will it not be off the shelves, but I will find someone to change it into a picture book or a drama! "
"This guy." McGonagall's eyes were cold.
"You...you are shameless!" Cynthia was anxious. "You will ruin boss Mai! He obviously didn't do anything!"
"Oh, you wrote it. Even if you ruin him, it's your hands. I'm just to make money." Delmar grinned, "Moreover, you and I signed a contract. If you continue to write well , After that, the remuneration will only get more and more generous. If you are so ignorant and make such unreasonable requests, be careful when I come up with the contract and make you bankrupt."
"No...I...I didn't want to ruin him...I obviously like him so much, I just wrote one..." Cynthia was about to cry anxiously.
"Don't be afraid, no one knows that you are a northwest lone wolf. If you don’t tell me about this, no fourth person knows. You just need to write the manuscript well, deliver it on time, and leave the rest to me. You can With generous remuneration, I can make money. This is a win-win situation." Delma's voice softened a bit, "As long as I am here, I will take care of you and become the most famous writer on the Nolan continent."
"Get away! Don't touch me! I won't cooperate with shameless people like you!" Cynthia horned, and accompanied by a painful snoring and a heavy closing of doors, there was no sound in the office .
"It's interesting." McGonagall's mouth curled slightly, and he also left the publishing house.
Cynthia ran out of the publishing house, ran a few streets with red eyes, turned into a small alley, and finally couldn't help crying, but when she turned the corner, she ran into an embrace.
With a bang, the strong and warm chest slammed Cynthia a little bit, staggered, almost fell, and was held back by a pair of powerful hands.
"Sorry, yes..." She hurriedly apologized, but when she looked up, she met a familiar face.
"Boss Mai!" Cynthia stared, then her face flushed.
"I need an explanation." McGonagall looked at her and smiled.