NovelAppJack instantly started swaying. If he hadn't been sitting the entire time, his legs would've given way, and he would have fallen to
the ground.
He had never experienced regret like that before.
He regretted making that stupid promise. Why the hell did | agree to make a public stance against Vinson?
If Jack had actually been righteous, many would've helped and shielded him. The situation at the time, however, made it so that he
was the one being targeted.
I am so dead!
One of the reporters was not as gutsy. He said, “Mr. Nightshire, please note that | am not on his side and am only here because you
invited everyone to the event.”
too! | never said anything earlier. You shouldn't put the blon us because we are the innocent and righteous reporters.”
Vinson replied calmly, “Don’t worry, everyone. Rayson had already made a video recording of everything. We know who voiced up
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtand claimed that they are in league with the guy, so | won't accidentally blthe innocent.”
The innocent reporters instantly calmed down.
The troublemakers who had stood by Jack earlier had turned pale instead.
Jack was going to apologize to salvage the situation and save himself, but a reporter suddenly sprung up.
Everyone else was seated, so the crowd instinctively turned their attention to him when he stood up like that.
The guy pushed his glasses up before calmly pointing_out, “Mr. Nightshire, I'm sure you know how sdespicable individuals
would spread fake news. The victim is too young, so it’s difficult to take his word at face value. There is no saying if someone got
him to lie.”
Hearing those words made colors return to Jack's pale face.
That's right! There is no solid evidence, so there’s no saying if the guy was telling the truth. He could've been bribed!
Jack was quick to chin, “He's right! The guy’s statement is not enough. We want solid evidence because he might be lying.”
“You...”
It infuriated the guy in the wheelchair.
“l am simply stating what | did and taking responsibility. How could that have been a lie?”
Vinson turned to the guy and mouthed, “Calm down.” After that, he put a poker face on while shifting his gaze to the guy with the
glasses.
If | remember correctly, the guy with the glasses didn’t speak when the troublemakers accused Soir Coffee. Yet, he demanded an
explanation just as we were about to crush the troublemakers...
| guess that means that the loudmouth isn’t the leader. He is.
Good, now | have identified all the culprits.
A ridiculously small and virtually undetectable grin crawled onto Vinson'’s lips. He replied, “I thought that | should only show the
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmevidence to the police, but since you insisted, | will reveal it to everyone.”
Vinson snapped his fingers and instructed, “Con
up.”
He had just finished speaking when the closed side door opened once more.
The guy who showed up wasn’t one of Soir Coffee's customers. Instead, he was a guy in a tuxedo with way too much gel in his hair.
He was bound and fear donned every inch of his face.
An undeniable hint of panic showed up on the face of the guy with the glasses when he saw the guy in the tuxedo.
How can this be?
Carter stood close to the guy who was bound. The
former put his hand on the latter's collar and dragged him onto the stage.
After that, Carter kicked the back of the guy's knee. That kick was harsh, so the guy in the tuxedo fell down with a loud thump!
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