Chapter 727 After the Apuse
An impassioned voice cut straight through the conference hall.
Spurred by that cry, other reporters quickly followed, shouting in session
“Who could be so shameless as to nder someone and send them to prison for <i>a </i>full ext
“We hope Ms. Ember will issue a statement as soon as possible, so these rumors don‘ continue to spread!”
Voices of support and condemnation rose and fell in waves.
Tess swept her gaze across the crowd below, but didn’t catch sight of the person who ha spoken first.
She withdrew her eyes.
“Thank you for your trust.”
Her expression was sincere, and the reporters who had been brimming with indignation gradually quieted, waiting for what she would say next.
“This so–called reporter trespassed into thepany without authorization and disrupted the press conference. We will hand him over to the police for strict investigation and ountability. Please rest assured.”
She nced down at the man, his head buried deep against his chest.
Tess said nothing more, maintaining her smile until all the media had filed out. Only them did the smile fade, frost creeping back into her eyes.
“Have you contacted the Kingnd police?”
Her voice was low, edged with cold.
“They’re already waiting outside. They cane in at any time,” Violet replied with a nod
“Then what are we waiting for?”
Tess curved her lips and cast a half–smiling nce at the man whose legs had gone limp
His pupils trembled.
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Tess stood before him, her voice carrying a hint of amusement. “Mr. Marcellius seems rather
nervous.”
Tristan’s entire body had gone stiff, yet he forced himself to appearposed. He lifted his head and pulled together what he hoped was a natural smile. “Not at all. The person who disrupted the press conference has received the punishment he deserves. I’m relieved. It’s just that the scene earlier was somewhat unsettling.”
Tess rested one hand against the other, slowly touching her chin, her eyes fixed intently on him. “Is that so? I wonder if Mr. Marcellius still remembers what he said earlier.”
“W–what?” he stammered.
Tessughed softly and repeated patiently, “He said that people like Mr. Marcellius are the ones most likely to harbor resentment. I wonder if you’re ming me as well.”
Her smile was gentle, yet it sent a chill crawling down the spine.
Tristan shuddered inwardly.
“How could I? Ms. Ember, the fact that you’re willing to preserve ourpensation as before is already an unexpected blessing. How could we possibly resent you?”
He lowered his head at once, assuming a posture of utmost deference.
Tess lifted her chin slightly. A flicker of cold light shed in her eyes, then vanished in the next instant.
“I think so too. After all, you personally guided me through this press conference step by step.”
She smiled and patted his shoulder.
Then came the sound of her heels receding.
Only after that oppressive presence was gone did Tristan look up in a daze, realizing his palms were soaked with sweat.
He copsed weakly into his chair, grinding his teeth as he lowered his head.
That man had nearly ruined everything for him.
By then, Tess had already reached thepany entrance. Just as she was about to step outside, Violet called her back. “Is there something wrong with Tristan? And this Max you mentioned. Who exactly is he?”
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<strong>Olivia Harris</strong> is an emerging author celebrated for her captivating romantic and steamy novels. With a talent for crafting deep emotional connections and fiery chemistry between her characters, Olivia’s stories offer readers an escape into worlds filled with passion, intrigue, and heart-stopping drama.