At the man’s words, the air seemed to freeze instantaneously, with unbearable silence pervading the room.
The fans holding banners behind him, almost in unison and oblivious to it, dropped their banners too.
All turned their eyes to the young man who had spoken. A twinge of admiration spontaneously rose in their hearts.
Who in the city didn’t know that you couldn’t mess with Justin Battleson?
Would you risk your life for an Evelyn Curtis?
The young man seemed to become aware of his own reckless actions; he swallowed nervously.
He lifted his head slightly, a look of fear in his eyes as he glanced at the man in front of him.
The man paid him no mind, brushing him off with a mere glance.
However, even this solitary glance sent an indescribable chill down his spine.
The assistant hurried down from the upstairs.
Standing just a foot away from Justin, he sensed the tension at the scene.
He quietly stepped forward, whispering to Justin, "Mr. Battleson, I will get the PR to handle this. Don’t act impulsively."
Hearing this, the man’s lips curled up into a smile. His eye held a chill that was impossible to miss.
He lifted his hand slightly and calmly remarked, "No need."
Looking at the young man before him, his face remained inscrutable and detached.
"I don’t mind telling you about the real Evelyn Curtis that you all loyally believe in."
The assistant felt a sudden jolt, questioning Justin’s intention.
He opened his mouth to speak, but fell silent.
Seeing the calm look on Justin’s face, he closed his mouth again, unable to utter a word.
He silently retreated a few steps back, pulling out his phone from his pocket. "Hey, get the guards here. There is trouble brewing."
After hanging up the call, he turned around, his eyes locked in a far-off stare.
It was a beautiful day. The sunny weather lent a golden hue to everything it touched.
The tall silhouette of the man was distinctly erect, sunshine bathing his entire figure, enveloping him in a warm golden glow.
There he stood, as sacred and untouchable as a deity.
He paused for a moment and continued, "If you had the resources to find out that Evelyn Curtis is in jail, you can undoubtedly find out about her activities on the day of her arrest."
"Once you uncover the truth, you will undoubtedly realize how laughable it is to demand me to save her."
The fans exchanged confused glances, unable to comprehend the situation.
The young man clenched his sweaty palm and challenged him, "Then why don’t you tell us?"
Letting out a chuckle, Justin’s cold voice resounded clearly in everyone’s ears.
"On the day in question, she ambushed Miss Charlotte Thompson with the intent to assassinate her. Who dares to doubt that she is guilty?"
This news exploded in the crowd like a bomb, causing an uproar.
"How could it be? My goddess Sophie, so gentle and soft-spoken, could never harbor such murderous intentions."
"Tch, who knows whether his information is true or false? Maybe he just doesn’t want to save her and is trying to pin false charges."
Hearing this, the young man’s pupils widened in shock, his mouth fell open in disbelief as he rejected the claim.
"Absolutely not, Mr. Battleson. We came here today with sincere hearts to plead with you for her. How can you lie so casually?"
A glint of coldness flashed across Justin’s eyes. He shot a brief glance at the agitated crowd before turning to leave.
At the same time, a bodyguard emerged from the crowd, courteously said, "Sir, your actions are inappropriate. Please leave."
Ten minutes later, in Justin Battleson’s office.
The assistant adjusted his glasses, looking at the trending topics on his phone, speechless.
"Mr. Battleson, the incident just now has already become a hot topic."
The latter half-closed his eyes, exuding an air of deep composure.
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