In the conference hall of the Carlton Grand Hotel, the crystal chandelier refracted a cold light.
Reporters from all directions had already set up their cameras, long guns and short cannons aimed at the podium, with a tense sense of oppression filling the air.
Evan Palmer, dressed in a well-tailored dark gray suit with a meticulously tied tie, stood at the side of the stage, frowning occasionally as he checked the time, a hint of a cold smile on his lips.
"The press conference will begin in five minutes,"
He turned his head to Adam Willow beside him and said,
Adam Willow whispered,
"The PR department has been trying to contact him all day, but his phone has been unreachable."
Evan Palmer let out a sneer,
"It seems he’s scared, doesn’t dare to come."
At this moment, Adam Willow’s gaze swept over the venue, suddenly paused— the door of the conference hall was pushed open, and Emily Parker walked in alone.
She wore a simple black suit dress today, with her long hair tied back, revealing a pale face.
Her eyes had faint dark circles, looking as if she hadn’t slept all night, but her back was straight, and her gaze was resolute.
Upon seeing this, Evan Palmer’s smile deepened, and he strode forward, deliberately raising his voice,
"Director Parker, why are you alone? Where’s Carlos? Could it be that... he’s deserted, turned cowardly?"
Evan Palmer’s voice was loud, echoing in the conference room, clearly falling into everyone’s ears.
The venue fell silent instantly, and everyone’s eyes were focused on Emily Parker.
Emily Parker lifted her gaze, giving Evan Palmer a cold glance,
"President Palmer, please don’t slander others without any concrete evidence."
"Evidence? Now the whole internet is evidence! Miss Yuriko personally accuses Carlos of drugging her with ill intentions, isn’t that evidence?
Truly misfortune in the family, how could I have raised such a disgrace?"
Emily Parker’s fingertips slightly tightened, but her face remained calm,
"I believe in my husband’s innocence."
"Heh," Evan Palmer mocked, "If I’d known you’d be so protective, I shouldn’t have entrusted the COCO project to you back then! Now, look, the cooperation between the Carter Clan and COCO has completely broken down, stock prices plummeting, who’s going to bear the loss?"
Emily Parker stared straight at him,
"President Palmer, you seem keen to see the Carter Clan in trouble?
I almost suspect he’s not really your own son."
Evan Palmer’s face stiffened, just about to retort, when suddenly there was a commotion at the entrance of the venue.
Yuriko entered with a group of reporters.
She wore a pure white kimono today, her makeup exquisite, lips bright red, but her gaze was piercingly sharp.
As soon as she entered, her gaze locked onto Emily Parker, a cold smile tugging at her lips.
Yuriko approached in high heels, her voice carrying a feigned sympathy,
"Where’s Carlos? Could he be hiding in fear?"
Emily Parker looked at her coldly, "Miss Yuriko, please watch your words."
Yuriko laughed lightly, turned to face the journalists, her voice suddenly raised,
"Media friends, I’m here today to expose Carlos’s true face! Not only did he drug me, but he also tried to use his power to oppress others! Such a person is unfit to be the heir of the Carter Clan!"
The reporters instantly erupted, flashlights flashing crazily, questions bombarding Emily Parker like missiles.
"Director Parker, did Carlos really drug Miss Yuriko?"
"Where is Carlos now? Has he already fled?"
"Will the Carter Clan completely lose cooperation with COCO because of this incident?"
Emily Parker was forced back a step, her face slightly pale, but her gaze remained firm.
Just as the scene was about to spiral out of control— "Pa!"
The conference hall’s sound system suddenly emitted a piercing electronic sound, immediately followed by a clear conversation broadcasted through the speakers—
["Carlos, as long as you’re willing to serve me for a night..."]
["Miss Yuriko, please show some respect."]
Yuriko’s face instantly turned deathly pale!
"This, this is synthesized!" she screamed, "Someone forged the recording!"
However, before she could finish, the large screen in the conference hall suddenly lit up, video clips began to play—
In the footage, Yuriko was hugging the waist of a young male model, forcibly making him drink a glass of wine,
In another clip, she was seen coldly smiling as she poured a bag of white powder into a wine glass, handing it to another shivering boy...
The venue was in an uproar!
"Yuriko, are these also synthesized?" Thɪs chapter is updated by novel⁂fire.net
A deep, chilling voice came from the back of the venue.
Everyone turned around—
Carlos, dressed in a black suit, with a stern expression, walked in with steady steps.
Behind him followed several young men with handsome, pale features, the very models who had been bullied by Yuriko in the video.
"Miss Yuriko," Carlos’s voice was icy, "How do you explain these?"
Yuriko stumbled backward, her face ghastly,
"You, you’re lying! These are all fake!"
"Fake?" Carlos sneered, gesturing for the model behind him to step forward, "And them? Are they fake too?"
One of the models stepped out trembling, his voice choked, "Yuriko has been using a new type of poison to control us, forcing us..."
Yuriko finally broke down, screamed, and turned to flee.
However, the police, who had been waiting for a long time, directly blocked her path.
"Miss Yuriko," the lead officer produced an arrest warrant, "you are suspected of illegal detention, forcing others to take drugs, violating our country’s laws, please come with us."
Yuriko struggled wildly, her makeup smeared, all her elegance and nobility vanished.
Evan Palmer stood aside, his face livid, fingers clenching tightly.
Emily Parker gave him a cold glance, a mocking curve at her lips: "President Palmer, it seems... your plan failed."
Evan Palmer gritted his teeth, "Emily, don’t get cocky!"