Ninety nine

Sandra's father's expression turned from defiance to unease. John's smirk faltered, and the police officers' grips on him tightened. The press sensed a new development and eagerly raised their cameras, ready to capture the next moment of the unfolding drama.

"Yes, I have evidence," Marcus declared, his voice firm. "John didn't just kidnap Don, he also planned to kill him."

The room erupted into a collective gasp, and John's eyes widened in shock. He wondered how Marcus knew about his plans. He quickly composed himself, his face reddening with rage.

"How dare you accuse me wrongly? This is defamation of character!" he roared.

Marcus chuckled, taking a step forward as the press closed in, their microphones extended. "Sir, how sure are you about this?" one of them asked.

"Is this your own way of saving yourself?" another journalist queried.

"Do you know what your accusations mean?" a third one pressed.

Marcus smirked, his eyes locked on John. "Should I prove it here, or do you want me t