The next day, Jennifer brought Reeves to the office of the Windy City Truth website in Chicago.

This place is located in an old industrial-style building in the West District. The exposed brick walls and steel pipes are hung with award-winning news photos. Several young people are sitting lazily at their workstations, fiddling with computers.

"Ding--" As the elevator door opened, Reeves smelled a strong scent of cigarettes and coffee.

"Let's go!" Jennifer took Reeves' hand and walked inside. "My best friend is a powerful woman in the media industry! Let me show you!"

As they spoke, the two came to an independent office. Through the glass partition, Ribs saw a red-haired woman sitting with her legs crossed, her bare feet on the Persian carpet, her toes swaying slightly as she tapped the keyboard.

"Sister! I'm here!" Jennifer excitedly pulled Reeves in.

Erin looked up and saw Jennifer and the man beside her. She asked in surprise, "Oh. Is this the Mr. Ribbs you mentioned?"

"Hello, Miss Irene!" Ribs greeted politely.

Irene glanced at Reeves nonchalantly, then called Jennifer to her side without saying a word, and the two of them whispered to each other.

"This man looks good. How is his health?"

Jennifer whispered back, "We've worked out together many times, and never once has we failed. You're in great shape!"

Irene said disdainfully, "No wonder! You, a prosecutor, have been treated like a little woman! You're so useless! How can a strong woman like us be conquered by a man?"

Jennifer blushed slightly and said shyly, "How can I control myself? I only touched his abs once, and I've been thinking about them every day and night..."

"Useless woman!" Irene said again, then glanced at Booth and said, "Learn from me! Sister, watch how I conquer a man!"

Ribs is here to do serious business, not to pick up girls.

Seeing that the two women were whispering and ignoring him, he deliberately coughed twice, and then they stopped.

Irene stood up, walked barefoot to Reeves, lit a cigarette and asked, "Mr. Reeves, I heard that you have some explosive news to reveal, right?"

"Yes, I contacted many media outlets, but none of them dared to publish it." Ribs glanced at Irene's feet, which were painted with red nail polish, and said, "If you dare to publish it, I will give you a satisfactory price."

"Hahaha!" Erin laughed heartily, staring into Reeves' eyes. "Man! Don't look down on us, the Windy City Truth News Network! In Chicago, there's no news we dare not publish!"

Reeves seemed to sense that the Irene in front of him was not an ordinary media person. Even other mainstream media were afraid of the Daly family's revenge, so why was this woman not afraid at all?

He asked, "Does your website have enough traffic? I don't have much time. I have to make a decisive move and destroy Monroe's reputation."

Erin put out her cigarette in the ashtray and suddenly leaned forward, her red lips right next to Ribbs' ear. "Our traffic isn't big enough. But what if we add the Chicago Times, CNN, and NBC News?"

"These three are mainstream media outlets. If they are willing to report it, then there will be no problem. But I have already consulted them, and it's impossible." Ribs replied, smelling the faint scent of tobacco on Irene.

Erin smiled, stood up, and walked seductively barefoot towards the coffee machine, her hips swaying naturally with her steps.

This butt is not as firm as Keshia's, not as round as Gina's, and not as plump as Jennifer's.

But just these few steps reveal a sense of agility.

This woman is something! Ribs thought to himself.

Erin took a cup of coffee, walked back to sit next to Reeves, and said, "Trust me, man! Bring out the content you want to expose. As long as it's explosive enough, I will naturally find a way to make these Chicago media obey."

"Okay, it's okay to let you take a look first." Ribs handed the information he had with him to Irene.

Irene took the brown paper bag and examined it carefully.

After seeing those old photos and documents from 20 years ago, she was shocked and asked: "Where did you get these documents?"

"Don't worry about that," Reeves said. "Just tell me if it can be sent out! I want the whole of Chicago to know about the Monroe and Daley families!"

"No problem! Leave it to me!" Irene put down her coffee and walked towards the computer.

Reeves was still a little worried about Irene, so he followed her and asked, "Can you really get all these mainstream media to report this? How much do you want?"

"No money," Irene replied, "I'll help you deal with the Daly family and their lackeys for free!"

I really didn't expect that this Irene also has the demeanor of a chivalrous woman.

She was seen operating the computer keyboard with her hands quickly, but the page was full of codes that Ribs could not understand.

"Miss Irene, what are you doing?"

"I guess my sister Jennifer didn't tell you that our Windy City Truth News Network is actually a hacker group?" Erin said. "Don't worry, tomorrow... no, tonight, all the mainstream websites in Chicago will have the same news."

Wow! Ribs had just thought that Irene had connections! He had no idea she was using technology!

Ribs immediately said, "Miss Irene, I'd better pay you some fees! Otherwise, how can I bear to let you help me for free!"

"I'm not short of money, I'm not interested in it." Irene continued with her work, not even looking up. "I also want to thank you, Reeves."

"Thank me? What do you mean?"

"Do you know how the Daly family categorizes media professionals? Those who can be bought with money, those who can be suppressed with power, and...those who need to be physically eliminated," Irene replied. "In order to control the media, the Daly family has used countless methods against my colleagues. Now that you've provided this material to fight back against them, I naturally have to thank you."

"Well, alright! In that case, thank you very much!"

Irene suddenly raised her head, stared straight at Reeves and said, "My sister Jennifer said you are in good health. If you want to thank me... you can find another way."

Libus shook his head helplessly. Alas! Why do these women around him love to share so much?

"Don't worry, Miss Irene!" Ribs promised, "I'll thank you when this is done!"

"Okay, then I'll wait for your thanks!" Irene said, and threw a wink at Ribs.

When the two were talking just now, Irene had been observing Ribs out of the corner of her eye.

Seeing that his eyes were always looking at her feet, Irene knew that this man had taken the bait.

After Reeves took Jennifer away, Irene's charming figure appeared in his mind from time to time. If this thing was to be done, he really had to thank her.