Demonic Pornstar System novel Chapter 382

Chapter 382: Do It, You Fat Slob

He began to pace back and forth like a beast trapped in a cage before he reached the dartboard and punched Kaiden’s picture, hitting the man currently busy plowing his extremely gorgeous girls into the sheets right in the face. Or, at least, his printed face.

Then, abruptly, Maximilian stopped.

A feverish gleam lit his bloodshot eyes.

"Wait..." he whispered. The words were slow and oily. "Yes... yes! A second video. We release a statement- no, not just a statement, a campaign. Alexandra was kidnapped by them. Forced. Her confession was nothing but a performance under duress. We spin it so she’s their hostage, not my victim!"

He slammed a second fist against Kaiden’s image. Then, with triumphant eyes, he turned back toward his subordinates.

"We can flip this! Turn their lies back on them! Do you see it?! We can save everything!"

The four shareholders exchanged glances across the table, every one of them looking at Maximilian as though he had finally slipped the leash on sanity.

Elise was the one to voice what the others were too wary to say. Her French accent sharpened as she leaned forward. "And what then, Maximilian?" she asked coolly. "Say we make such a claim. All Kaiden would need to do is walk Alexandra into the Association’s headquarters. A single test. Do you know what happens then? Every word she speaks will be verified. Every tear will be real. And every lie we push will collapse, or better yet, come back to bite us even worse."

Her lip curled in disdain. "It wouldn’t just fail. It would bury us. Doubly so."

Maximilian’s face twisted. His thick neck trembled as he ground his teeth loud enough to creak.

"Fine. Then let them make those tests! Because when they do, she’ll have no choice but to admit what her so-called ’saviors’ did! She’ll confess they butchered my guards like dogs in the street!"

He slammed his fist down again, veins bulging on his forehead, his voice tearing through the silence.

"And then the world will see who the real criminals are!"

Elise’s voice cut back in. "You assume too much, Maximilian. We don’t even know how exactly those men disappeared; maybe they were not killed. But even if they were killed, maybe they acted on your orders and tried to keep Alexandra detained no matter what. Or worse. If that’s the case, then whoever killed them wouldn’t be some bloodthirsty murderer; it would be seen as protecting a mistreated girl. A rescue."

Her eyes narrowed.

"Yes, they would face trial. But public opinion would not be against them. Quite the opposite. The crowd would cheer them on."

She folded her arms. Her tone grew heavier with every word.

"And let’s not act as if Valhalla’s Sinners are random nobodies anymore. They are stars already. Proper, established names in the world. They have connections. Runewoven herself spoke up for them. Many awakened elites are already circling them."

Harold finally spoke up, turning this back-and-forth conversation into a group effort. "And... what about Alice Ashborn?"

The mere mention of her name made Anton and Lionel pale, as if someone had drawn a blade across their throats.

Elise gave a slow nod. "Exactly. They have connections. Powerful ones. Alice Ashborn personally went after us once for daring to release that video, and she is no stranger to blood. She has killed and walked away untouched by the law. If she can do it, why not Kaiden and his merry band? Why wouldn’t they get away with the same?"

Her eyes then found Maximilian’s, bearing into his very soul. She was visibly infuriated with the man.

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