“Boycott Soir Coffee! Boycott Nightshire Group’s products!”
“Guys, let’s protect them once they step out of the conference room. Let’s see how Nightshire Group will go up against them.”
“We need justice. My fellow police officers, are you watching? Vinson is threatening us!”
The police officers were stumped as they tried to maintain order
Meanwhile, inside the conference room.
Vinson waited patiently for the media personnel to vent out their rage. “Since you guys insist on your own views and want to continue spreading rumors, there’s no point in discussing this anymore. Bring him up!”
Carter made an ‘OK’ gesture, turned around and left.
Murmurs erupted from the crowd.
“Who is Mr. Nightshire bringing?”
“Could it be that Nightshire Group has gotten their hands on some proof? Is this all just a set-up?”.
Jack scoffed. “Oh please, this whole thing is a set- up? Why don’t you tell me this entire world is a set-up? I bet you he must have found someone to take the blame.”
Just then, two bodyguards opened the side door, and a man was wheeled into the room, followed by a medical personnel and a few bodyguards.
Even though the person seated in the wheelchair had tubes all over his body, he looked to be in excellent condition aside from being a little nervous.
The media could tell who the person sitting in the wheelchair was the moment they laid eyes on him. After all, they had been following this incident very closely.
“I-Isn’t this Caleb, the man who was admitted?”
“I thought he’s dead. How is he here? Gosh, so this is Mr. Nightshire’s trump card. No wonder he accused those media personnel of spreading rumors. Good thing I held back and didn’t say a thing just now.’
Why is he not dead yet?
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