Don't Mess with the Girl with Candy novel Chapter 1757

They had been prejudiced, feeling sympathetic because Wayne was crippled.

They subconsciously wanted to stand up for him and seek justice.

But over the past few years, the internet had seen plenty of situations that flipped completely.

"We're just suspicious..." The reporter quickly changed his tune. "We hope Ebony Fox can give us a satisfactory answer."

"Just wait."

Ebony Fox withdrew her gaze and swept her eyes over everyone present. "Whatever you want to ask, whatever you want to know, I will answer it all today."

"Blocking my path won't get you any useful material, other than shots of my face."

The reporters exchanged glances and obediently returned to their seats.

They set up their cameras, focusing entirely on Ebony Fox, refusing to miss a single detail.

The pathway cleared.

Ebony Fox continued forward, walking up to the main podium and taking a seat.

She lifted her eyes to look straight ahead and noticed someone sitting dead center in the audience.

It was none other than Annie Ainsworth.

She wore exquisite makeup and was staring at her with a dazzling, malicious smile.

Looking as if she were already the victor of this spectacle, her eyes were filled with smug provocation.

"Ebony Fox, everything is handled," Polly leaned in and whispered in her ear. "Just like you said, that venomous woman really tried to take Wayne out."

"Mhm."

Ebony Fox nodded and murmured, "Let's begin."

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Meanwhile.

On the other side of the city.

Theia Sommers and Silas Blackwood, along with the other children, sat in front of the television, watching this highly anticipated press conference.

"Can Ebony Fox really handle this?" Coralie Quill asked with some concern.

"Relax."

Juniper sat next to Shanley, ordering him to shell nuts for her. "We just need to sit back and watch the show. It's going to be brilliant."

Theia opened her mouth, wanting to say something.

But recalling Juniper's confidence, she silently closed it again.

Fair enough.

If Juniper wasn't worried, she wouldn't be worried either.

The others shared the sentiment: If they weren't panicking, neither were they.

Everyone's nerves instantly relaxed as they started snacking and chatting.

"First of all, I want to clarify my stance. Wayne Whitman's injury has absolutely nothing to do with the gym. Neither I, nor my business, will take any responsibility for him."

The moment those words were spoken.

The crowd exploded into an uproar. Many people started hurling insults, calling Ebony Fox heartless and cruel.

The reporter sitting next to Annie was particularly agitated.

He incited the people around him to join in his blind shouting.

"Are you saying he intentionally crippled himself to frame you?"

The male reporter sneered.

"Incorrect."

Ebony Fox raised an eyebrow and spoke evenly. "He was threatened by someone else, and intentionally crippled himself to frame me."

Threatened?

The crowd looked at each other in confusion. Things seemed to be getting complicated.

"You're saying he was threatened? By who?"

Another reporter pressed.

Ebony Fox's gaze shifted, landing squarely on a specific person:

"Ms. Annie Ainsworth, why don't you say hello to everyone?"