Chapter 959

“Are you sure they’re the ones who’d reported Lucius Johansson?” asked Ryker.

Brent nodded. “Yes. Why don’t you guys explain it yourselves?”

The group of men immediately began to grumble about Lucius and his artists.

“I’ll confess everything. Lucius Johansson bribed us to cause trouble at Trust Media.”

“We’re just a bunch of small traders. We’re not even fans of these celebrities, but they’d threatened us, saying that Lucius would kick us out of Atheville if we didn’t pretend to be their fans.”

“We also have enough proof that Lucius and his celebrities are evading their taxes.”

“We hope that you’ll give us our justice!”

The expressions on Lucius’ and his team’s faces changed drastically.

What the f*** is going on?

How did Zeke Williams win them over?

What Lucius was unaware about, was that General Wolf’s Greed had just reprimanded these ‘witnesses’.

He told them that Trust Media was owned by the Great Marshal.

Causing a ruckus in front of the Great Marshal’s place was punishable by death.

The men broke down upon hearing that. To save themselves, they could only switch sides, becoming the Great Marshal’s witnesses.

Lucius took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down. “You’re spouting nonsense without any proof. I’m going to sue you for libel!”

“Proof? We have proof!” the men shouted. “Please uncuff us, Mr. Jenkins. We have the proof with us.”

Brent gave his subordinates a glance, signaling them to immediately remove the men’s handcuffs.

Each witness took a document out of their pockets and handed it over to Brent. “This is our proof, Mr.

Jenkins.”

Lucius’ and the artists’ heads began to spin at the sight of the documents.

S***! Those are our secret agreements.

The ones Ryker had destroyed were Part A of their agreements.

Meanwhile, the one these ‘witnesses’ had were Part B.

However, all of these documents had been kept safely in Lucius’ home.

How did they manage to get them?

He must have sent someone to steal them from my place. That was Lucius’ first thought.

With trembling hands, he called his butler, “Has something happened back at home?”

“Help, Mr. Johansson. I’ve... I’ve been held captive.” The butler’s voice quivered.

Bang!

The phone fell to the ground.

“How dare you send someone to rob my house, kidnapping its residents in broad daylight, Williams?

This is unforgivable!” Lucius raged while pointing a finger at Zeke. “Hurry up and arrest him, General Lewis!”

Zeke shrugged. “Don’t spout nonsense without any proof, or I’ll sue you for libel.”

Zeke had assigned Rosie White of the Necromancer Assassin Organization to carry out the job.

There was no way that she would leave any traces of evidence.

Lucius was unaware of what to say. “I...”

“I don’t have much time to waste, Mr. Jenkins,” relayed Zeke. “Please enforce the law as quickly as possible. I don’t want my company’s operations to be affected by this ordeal.”

Brent apologized sincerely, “I’m sorry for taking up your time, Mr. Williams. Hurry! Arrest Lucius Johansson and his five celebrities.”

The police officers immediately cuffed the group, pulling them away.

Lucius and his team were dumbfounded.

They were superstars who were treated like royalty wherever they went. How could they ever endure the pain of living behind bars?

Moreover, upon being imprisoned, they were bound to lose all their reputation and livelihoods.

“Help us, General Lewis! Please save us,” they pleaded to Ryker.

Ryker was at a loss.

With such conclusive evidence, there was no way that he could help them... Not for now, at least.