Chapter 217:
âThey indeed have proof,â Brixton stepped forward from the crowd, pointing at his own face as he spoke.
âI am the witness!â
At Brixtonâs words, the Hiltons started to panic. Yet, Angela quickly regained her poise.
âWitness or not, without solid proof, the Sanderson family cannot turn the situation around.
Brixton, you really should not be biased toward the Sanderson family.
Everyone knows youâre close to Miss Sanderson. You said youâre the witnessâ¦â
âDid anyone else see or hear what happened? Without video proof, how can we trust your words?â
With these words, doubts began to surface regarding Fletcherâs actions. If speaking casually at a Sanderson event could result in a sound beating, who would risk attending any events held by them?
As Angela noticed the crowdâs sentiment shifting back in her favor, she couldnât help but let a slight smirk show.
Did the Sanderson family truly think they could contend with the Hilton family? They might as well brace for a tarnished reputation.
As for Harlee, Angela resolved that once Fletcherâs reputation was ruined, Harleeâs would be tarnished soon after.
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By then, there would be no talk of any engagement between Harlee and Rhys, and the mere mention of Harleeâs name might be met with repulsion from the Green family.
Just then, Brixton approached the central podium, pulled out his phone, and said, âYou want proof? Letâs all listen to those offensive words from your brother!â
Angelaâs eyes widened in astonishment.
How could this be? How did Brixton manage to have video proof? This shouldnât be⦠The Hilton familyâs faces drained of color. They hadnât anticipated Brixton having actual evidence in what they had assumed was a clear-cut case of âdead men tell no tales.â
Damn Brixton. Unfazed by the Hilton familyâs fear, he gleefully pressed the play button.
Shortly, Shermanâs voice boomed through the banquet hall, laden with crude and insulting remarks aimed at Harlee. These were the vulgar words Sherman had hurled after Fletcher had broken his arm.
Had Sherman dared to insult Harlee directly, he wouldnât have even made it to the hospital.
Brixton had recorded the audio in hopes of gaining Harleeâs favor, wanting her to intercede with Tonya on his behalf.
Brixton gave Sherman a chilling look, his gaze as icy as the grave. Then, unexpectedly, he burst into laughter.
Reflecting on it, Brixton thought perhaps he should have given Sherman a sound beating.
He wondered if Harlee would be disappointed that he hadnât defended her more vigorously.
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