Chapter 368
Beyond the Divorce
Who is the Mastermind?
The press conference was remarkable. I was only supposed to clarify what had happened at the banquet, but it resembled a public trial after the authorities took over. It revealed underlying truths.
Surprisingly, ATL Empire dispatched its PR team to provide a detailed account of the incident. They presented compelling audioâvisual evidence that reconstructed the events during the banquet.
The surveillance footage showed the waiter luring me and Harmony to the rooftop. The footage showed everything that had happened, including the setâs collapse and my attempt to save Harmony.
I was even more surprised when ATL Empire presented signs of tampering on the set. ATL Empire vowed to cooperate with the investigation and not tolerate anyone tarnishing the companyâs image.
I knew ATL Empireâs response was a doubleâedged sword. After all, they were the hosts of the banquet. Their cooperation and stance showed sincerity, which preserved their image. I couldnât help but admire ATL Empireâs adept PR abilities.
Later, the authorities addressed the chaos. They revealed the main participants onâsite, who confessed to accepting bribes to disrupt the press conference. It sent shivers down my spine, and I couldnât help but wonder why I had become the target of such schemes.
Of course, the authorities gave Tanum Corporation a chance to speak. We presented valid evidence concerning the bribery of certain media personnel and the IP addresses of the online instigators.
We announced the pursuit of legal responsibility for the key personnel of those media outlets and others involved.
The authorities maintained their stance in concluding remarks, promising to catch these lawbreakers.
They vowed to spare no effort in investigating the culprits and ensure their arrest and prosecution.
The authorities also ordered the media to rectify their practices and stated they would investigate the artists involved. It was to provide the public and the victims with an explanation. The authorities promised to publish the investigation results in a week for public oversight.
When the press conference ended, it left much food for thought. Everyone knew the evidence signified my innocence and hinted at my âpowerfulâ background. Yet only I knew the heartâpounding reality of that incident.
Still, I didnât know who was behind everything and why the authorities had intervened today.
After the crowd dispersed, Ryan took me back to the hospital. Fortunately, my foot injury hadnât worsened However, the impact intensified the pain in the existing injury.
Given my lessâthanâoptimal recovery condition, the doctor recommended staying in the hospital for treatment. I didnât insist on going home this time because I was concerned about my foot. I felt helpless in this pitiful state.
After the examination results confirmed I was fine, I let everyone go back. After all, they had too many things to handle.
I felt relaxed soon after, perhaps because I unburdened myself slightly. I was exhausted and fell asleep. In a hazy state, it felt like I had a dream.
In the dream, I panicked and ran out of the car. People smashed things everywhere ragefully. I tried to escape but couldnât lift my legs because they felt heavy and painful.
Suddenly, someone extended their hand. That hand grasped mine and pulled me out of the violent crowd, leading me away from the turmoil.
I saw a blurred figure appear before my bed. Despite my efforts, I couldnât see well. They gazed at me affectionately as I tossed and turned. I wanted to ask who they were, but I couldnât speak.
They gently touched my forehead. I wanted to pour my heart out, yet the dream wrapped me up, rendering me voiceless. I jerked awake and whimpered as tears lingered in my eyes. Immediately after, I noticed I was alone in the ward.
When I turned, I smelled a familiar scent amidst the disinfectant