Chapter 598
Arielle Moore and Vinson Nightshire
Jack instantly started swaying. If he hadnât been sitting the entire time, his legs wouldâve 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 I agree to make a public stance against Vinson?
If Jack had actually been righteous, many wouldâve 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, âMr. Nightshire, please note that I am not on his side and am only here because you invited everyone to the event.â
âMe too! I never said anything earlier. You shouldnât put the blame on us because we are the innocent and righteous reporters.â
Vinson replied calmly, âDonât worry, everyone. Rayson had already made a video recording of everything. We know who voiced up and claimed that they are in league with the guy, so I wonât accidentally blame the innocent.â
The innocent reporters instantly calmed down.
The troublemakers who had stood by Jack earlier had turned pale instead.
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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, âMr. Nightshire, Iâm sure you know how some despicable individuals would spread fake news. The victim is too young, so itâs difficult to take his word at face value. There is no saying if someone got him to lie.â
Hearing those words made colors return to Jackâs pale face.
Thatâs right! There is no solid evidence, so thereâs no saying if the guy was telling the truth. He couldâve been bribed!
Jack was quick to chime in, âHeâs right! The guyâs statement is not enough. We want solid evidence because he might be lying.â
âYouâ¦â
It infuriated the guy in the wheelchair.
âI am simply stating what I did and taking responsibility. How could that have been a lie?â
Vinson turned to the guy and mouthed, âCalm down.â After that, he put a poker face on while shifting his gaze to the guy with the glasses.
If I remember correctly, the guy with the glasses didnât speak when the troublemakers accused Soir Coffee. Yet, he demanded an explanation just as we were about to crush the troublemakersâ¦
I guess that means that the loudmouth isnât the leader. He is.
Good, now I have identified all the culprits.
A ridiculously small and virtually undetectable grin crawled onto Vinsonâs lips. He replied, âI thought that I should only show the evidence to the police, but since you insisted, I will reveal it to everyone.â
Vinson snapped his fingers and instructed, âCome on up.â
He had just finished speaking when the closed side door opened once more.
The guy who showed up wasnât one of Soir Coffeeâs 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 latterâs collar and dragged him onto the stage.
After that, Carter kicked the back of the guyâs knee. That kick was harsh, so the guy in the tuxedo fell down with a loud thump!