The assistant finished talking and didn''t even wait for a reply from Emerson and


    Jay before turning on his heel, yanking open the car door next to him, and sliding inside. He didn''t seem worried in the slightest that the brothers might double-cross him.


    As he got into the car, the other men dressed in ck who had been standing by the roadside followed suit. In no time, seven sedans sped off, leaving the area eerily empty except for Jay and Emerson, who were now sitting on the ground,pletely alone.


    After what felt like an eternity, Jay finally raised his head to meet Emerson''s gaze, his voice raspy, "Emmitt, you need to run."


    If they got charged with premeditated murder, there was no doubt they''d end up behind bars.


    Emerson gave a bitter smile and shook his head, "Emmitt, can''t you see? They''re not scared of us running because they know we can''t escape their clutches."


    The people they had tangled with were far from ordinary.


    He had seen the guns in their hands when they brought him over.


    Jay''s body wavered as a wave of regret slowly washed over him for the first time. "It''s all my fault. If I hadn''t said those things in front of you, you wouldn''t have done something so stupid..."


    Jay had held a grudge against Leo for a long time. Seeing his younger brother have a decent opinion of Leo made him extremely ufortable, which is why he would always vent his frustrations in front of his brother. His constantints and misguidance had led to the dire mistake of today.


    He had ruined himself and, even worse, his brother.


    But s... regret was now useless.


    *


    An hourter, Jay took to Twitter to confess. He revealed that the scandal about ''Juztin''s mental breakdown causing a car ident'' was a deliberate smear campaign he had orchestrated out of jealousy, admitting that there was no truth to it at all. He posted screenshots of the fake ounts he had bought to manipte the story, cleared the facts, and then solemnly apologized, announcing his retirement from the music scene, vowing never to sing again.


    Leo''s fans were numerous, and the post caused an immediate uproar online.


    To deliberately exploit a devastating ident to tarnish someone''s reputation, especially when their idol''s life was on the line, was beyond petty jealousy—it was aplete moral copse.


    In less than twenty minutes, Jay lost over three hundred thousand Twitter followers, and the inte was flooded with condemnation.


    After posting that rifying Tweet, Jay logged off Twitter for good, fully aware of the torrent of hate that woulde his way. But he didn''t have the energy to harbor resentment anymore.


    When Vicky saw Jay''s Tweet, he immediately called him. "Jay, have you lost your mind? Why on earth would you post something like that on Twitter?"


    He had orchestrated a smear campaign against Leo on Twitter, and just as it was taking effect, Jay, the fool, had to go and post a rification?


    Wasn''t this undoing all of his hard work?


    Jay knew his manager would call to interrogate him, and as he nced at the police station''s entrance, he spoke with a calm voice, "Ricky, I''m sorry for letting you down after all these years. I''lle in tomorrow to terminate my contract with thepany."


    Vicky''s gaze sharpened. He knew Jay well enough to know he wasn''t one to give up easily. After a pause, he asked quickly, "Jay, has something happened?"


    Jay''s gaze fell, and after a few seconds of silence, he simply said, "Juztin''s got a powerful background, Ricky. Try not to cross him in the future. I''ve got some stuff to handle, so let''s not talk now."


    With that, he hung up the phone and turned it off.