"Are you sure we don't need to inform them in advance?" One of the legal team members asked the team leader as they pulled in front of a small house.The team leader shook his head. "Even if we did, they wouldn't agree to meet us. The victim's father is quite arrogant. Otherwise, why would I bring you to discuss the compensation and settlement at their home and not at the company."In the car, Max looked out of the window, and his gaze briefly surveyed the house ahead. After a couple of seconds, he took out his phone to take a picture, which attracted the attention of the rest of the people in the car. Several of them nudged one another uncomfortably, and someone even asked the team leader in a low voice, "Team leader, why is he here with us?""Yes. Why did a manager tag along with us to discuss the settlement?"The team leader looked Max's way before shrugging. "Maybe he's just curious about how we'll handle things.""If he's curious, he'll find out when we're done. What's with the t
Silence enveloped the entire team, and they seemed at a loss as they looked at one another for suggestions. In the end, the youngest piped up, "Team leader, what do we do?"The team leader sighed. "Let's just go back for now and discuss an increase in the compensation.""Okay."And so, they all turned to return to the car whilst Max followed behind them languidly. But just then, out of the corner of his eyes, he sighted someone peeking out a window of the house directly beside it. He stopped walking instantly and looked that way. When the person realized that they were noticed, they quickly pulled the window blinds and retreated into the house.Max suddenly realized something - the neighbors seemed to be the gossipy type. Maybe they saw something?He directly turned to the group he came with and said languidly, "You can go ahead. I'm meeting up with a friend close by."They didn't seem to care whatever he did with himself anyway and merely gave noncommittal responses before leaving in
Meanwhile, at the Thompsons.... Another car pulled into the driveway after Max left, and a man appeared wearing a long trench coat and his whole face covered with a mask. He strode up to Thompson's apartment and knocked. Inside, Richard's gruff voice echoed, "Who’s there?" Whatever the man said in response was too low to hear, but the door swung open almost immediately. Richard’s eyes widened for a brief second before he bowed deeply, stepping aside to let the man enter. The masked man didn’t waste time on pleasantries. He settled into the couch as if he owned the place, while Richard stood, hands behind his back, respectfully. “Why are you here, sir?” Richard asked, his voice cautious. The man ignored the question, his tone calm and direct. “There’s been a change in the plan. You won’t need to take the lead anymore. We’ll arrange for a reporter to ask you the right questions. You just need to answer them properly.” Richard blinked, taken aback. “I see. What about the balance pa
Max strode out of his office, twirling a pen between his fingers as he passed by two other familiar agents. But to his surprise, they suddenly turned and called out to him, "Agent Norman.""Good afternoon. Are you going down to the cafeteria too?" One of them asked, and he looked at them in mild confusion. Usually, no one paid attention to him, and he was beginning to get used to thinking only him who worked in the company, but they actually took the initiative to talk to him today? What a surprise!So he didn't ignore them like he normally would and nodded, walking over to them. "Good morning. Yes, I am.""Oh!" He laughed and nudged his partner. "Let's go, together then."So they entered the elevator together, and Max stood at the bag, leaning on the elevator wall casually while the other two discussed amongst themselves. Eventually, they seemed to recall he was with them, and one of them turned to him and sheepishly introduced himself, "By the way, I'm Jason, and this is my friend
Day of the livecast … Apex Villa Noah was slouched on the sofa staring intently at the remote in his hand while his assistant, Jasper, was at a far corner of the room, peeking at him while on a call. “Lauren, he has been staring at the remote for thirty minutes straight,” He muttered into the phone. “The live cast won’t begin until thirty minutes later, and the way he’s acting already made the atmosphere strange. Even I feel as though I’m the one on trial.” “Stop joking around and collect the remote from him. Take away everything he could use to get on the internet and leave only the lights on. I’ll be there in like thirty minutes.” Lauren responded. Jasper seemed taken aback when he heard that, and he murmured, “But, you promised him that you’ll let him listen in.” “I’d rather he doesn’t die of heart attack than keep such a lousy promise.” She retorted. “Just do as I say. With what happened last night, I don’t think we can recover from this.” “Okay, Lauren.” He had no choice b
In Apex Villa, Lauren and Jasper were on the verge of coughing up blood in anger, seeing this show of righteousness. They were shamelessly framing him and manipulating the public. Now, not only Richard was speaking but a reporter well known for digging entertainment scandals.They had not expected the other party to hire such a troublemaker. He had acted the same way the day he said Noah apparently beat him up, appearing out of nowhere, pestering him and calling him names. What finally broke the camels back for Noah was when he made an explicit statement regarding Noah's late mother, and the latter smashed his camera in anger. But even that was Photoshopped like he was beaten up. And Noah kept being dragged into their frame up. It seemed they were bent on ruining him and Dawn Entertainment.Lauren looked toward Noah to see his reaction, but to her surprise, he didn't seem really bothered by the accusation. Instead, his gaze was searching through the faces of everyone as though he was
XL Grand HotelThe event had reached its climax, and several reporters were asking questions while Tom Harris took the liberty to respond. He was also a reporter but had taken the chance to represent the victim, so it was inevitable that he would benefit the most. He was pleased and looked Richard's way, winking at him. Richard was also swelling with joy, seeing the numerous reporters and audience siding with them. Not to mention the views that had shot up to a million on several social platforms.Whilst the reporters were still asking questions, one reporter in an old plaid shirt stood up inconspicuously and raised a hand. "I have a question!""Yes, go on. We are always ready to answer your questions." Tom Harris responded without looking at the person's face. But when he did, his face lit up with recognition and obvious disdain. This person was his former senior in Sunset Daily, who quit when he was told to fake a news report and went to another broadcasting station. But now that
Mark didn't respond to that and merely sighed. But his silence was loud, and everyone immediately assumed it really was Noah. Their hatred for him spiked even more, and several people began to post the screenshots online, boycotting him. In a matter of seconds, the keyword [#NoahExposed] had become the top trending search words."It must be him," several people commented."How low could he get? I mean, I already know he's a vile pedophile, but this?""From the timestamp of the screenshots, it looks like they were posted five years ago. It turns out he didn't just become such a person overnight."Everyone was talking heatedly, and it wasn't hard to imagine that if Noah was to appear in front of them at that moment, he would definitely be mobbed. Just when they had reached the heights of their speculations, Mark's voice resounded again, "I'd like to tell you that these comments were not written by Noah."Everyone immediately went silent, and they began to murmur in puzzlement, "If it's