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All the media in the venue turned their attention to the entrance. The live broadcasting equipment also turned towards the entrance.
The man standing at the entrance, who wanted to run but couldnât, was one of the men in the surveillance video rummaging through things and taking photos.
The audience was in an uproar.
Daisy Zane said, âYou brought him here. And now what? You want to ditch him and run because youâve been exposed?â
âI donât understand what youâre talking about. I want to leave because I have matters to attend to, and you wonât let me go. What, do you dare to restrict personal freedom?â The man shouted at the entrance.
Daisy Zane looked at him without speaking.
Meanwhile, Kevin Clark suddenly went on stage with a bottle of water.
Daisy Zane tilted her head.
Kevin Clark, still wearing his mask, glanced at Jeremy Wheeler first, then unscrewed the water bottle and placed it next to Daisy Zane: âDrink some water, moisten your throat.â
His voice wasnât loud, but it spread through the hall through the microphone.
Those who had been looking at the entrance turned their heads back again.
Everyone stared at the man for a moment, then immediately started taking photos.
Allonzo Hobson:
Robinson Scott rolled his eyes: â ..He Is it necessary for him to show off like this?â
âPerhaps.â
Robinson Scott: He really couldnât find the words to say.
At this moment, the man at the entrance wanted to run again and seemed to have made up his mind to confront the people at the door.
However, the bodyguard at the entrance sensed his intention, and directly held his hand, not giving him any chance to resist, and brought him onto the stage.
It seemed like the bodyguard was only grabbing his arm, but the man couldnât fight back at all.
Daisy Zane looked at Kevin Clark: âArenât you going down?â
âCan I not go down?â Kevin Clark asked with a smile.
The live barrage was filled with question marks.
Daisy Zane: âYouâre blocking my light by standing here.â
Kevin Clark:
Daisy Zane raised her eyebrows and took a sip of water: âItâll be over in a while.â
âMhm.â Kevin Clark ruffled her hair, âIâll wait for you downstairs for a moment then.â
The live barrage came back to life.
[Who is this, who is this, who is this, who is this, who is this!]
[Why are pink bubbles popping up in this live broadcast?]
[Whatâs up with this man? Why does his voice sound so good! Damn! Iâm pregnant!]
[Is it a bit sweet or is it just me being single for too long?]
[This man couldnât be the one written on the marriage certificate, right?]
[While the legitimate husband is here, I donât know what the rumor-mongers are thinking about? They are very much in love!]
[Those who said Brook Godâs man is fat, bald, and pot-bellied, get out! Have you ever seen such a handsome man!]
[I also want to be patted on the head. Oh my God! Am I watching a press conference? More like a love live broadcast.]
By making an appearance, not only did Kevin Clark show off their affection, but he also managed to completely change the direction of the situation.
Daisy Zane looked at the two people on stage: âDo you need me to explain the situation for you?â
Neither of them spoke.
Daisy Zane continued, âFirst, Cold Green Village wasnât just home to two people, it was three. Second, the room arrangement was incorrect. Third, the dressing table wasnât bought by you, the cabinet wasnât made by you, and the clock was custom-made by me. I have evidence for all of these who gave you the confidence and audacity to spread rumors?â
Still, no one spoke.
Daisy Zane stood up and looked at Jeremy Wheeler, the coldness in her eyes like a blizzard pressing down on him: âYouâre risking your life for someone behind you, how will she treat you? What did she promise you? Imperial Capitalâs residence registration? A car? A house? A worry-free second half of your life?â
Jeremy Wheeler looked at Daisy Zane in horror, retreating a few steps.
Daisy Zane began to attack his psyche: âIâll let you off if I donât call the police. But if I do, do you know what will happen to you? Imprisonment for up to three years, detention, restriction or deprivation of political rights. And after just three months, let alone three years, what do you think youâll get from them?â
âI, Iâ¦â Jeremy Wheeler was stunned.
âDid they say youâll definitely not be discovered and that Iâd never find evidence? Did they send this man to come with you during my press conference, thinking they could kill me and watch me fall in disgrace, weeping bitterly?â Daisy Zane sneered, âWhat do they amount to? Just a bunch of cowards.â
Jeremyâs mouth seemed to be blocked, unable to speak.
âReform yourself and become a better person once youâre released,â Daisy Zane said, finishing her words and tapping a few times on her phone.
Thinking she was calling the police, Jeremyâs legs went weak, and he almost fell to the ground, his vision grew dark: âDonât call the police, donât call the police. Iâll tell you, someone sent me. Someone approached me in Cold Green Village. They didnât just find me, they found many people in the village, but only I agreed.â
Kevin Clark smirked backstage.
The little girl knew that Jeremyâs psychological defenses would easily be broken.
What she wanted was for Jeremy to admit it himself.
When the man next to Jeremy heard his confession, he closed his eyes and cursed silently.
âThey said theyâd give me a lot of money, let me live in a small city, and have a worry-free second half of life.â Jeremy said, squatting on the ground, his rough hands constantly rubbing his hair, âI came here with them. But after arriving, I felt both fearful and guilty.â
Daisy Zane watched him.
âYou and your grandma lived on the mountain for many years, and the village chief wouldnât allow anyone to disturb you. You always covered yourself so well when you went out. The villagers had never seen your face, and naturally, I couldnât have either.â Jeremyâs accent became thick with emotion, âI feel guilty for framing you for no reason, so I backed out.â
The scene turned into whispers, and the live stream barrage, especially Daisy Zaneâs fans, had gone berserk.
âBut they locked me up and wouldnât let me go. They kept persuading me that the situation would never be exposed and that I should be at ease. They even doubled the money they promised me. I was blinded by the money, Iâm sorry, Iâm sorry.â
Daisy Zaneâs expression remained unchanged. Just a few seconds after he finished speaking, she said, âI called the police before the press conference. If you do something wrong, you should be punished.â
A grown man, he squatted on the ground, hugging his head and crying.
Immediately, the door to the press conference opened, and the police walked in from the entrance.
It was the people sent by Diego Giovanni.
If it werenât for the large number of media present, Diego Giovanni would have wanted to come personally.
The police showed their badges to the media, said a few words asking for their cooperation during the investigation, and took the two men away.
Calling the police during a press conference and seeing it through to the end was a first for Daisy Zane.
After the people left, the scene quieted down.
Daisy Zane walked to the microphone, adjusted it, and said to the live-streaming camera, âAll the original evidence has been handed over to the police. I will cooperate with the investigation afterwards.â
Reporters still had questions, but seeing Daisy Zaneâs expression, their lips moved without daring to speak.
Daisy Zane continued, âBy now, it should have been three years ago. Some changes took place in the Cold Green Village residence. As a result, the vases, chairs, and two table lamps were all broken. Thatâs why we have the current room. Youâve seen it, there are fewer things. Thatâs why I installed surveillance in Cold Green Village.â
Allonzo Hobson let out a sigh of relief backstage, âGood thing we installed that surveillance, or thereâd really be trouble now.â
Hill Dawson exclaimed, âSome things really seem like theyâre arranged by fate. The video from years ago, the surveillance now.â
Pausing for a moment, Daisy Zane looked at the live-streaming camera and raised the corner of her mouth defiantly, âI want to say something to the fans â
âAs I said, the ones who should be crying are them.â