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Chapter 1025: Chapter 1025: Distorting Right and Wrong
"Were you scared at the time?"
Gonzalez City, Five-state International’s ground floor.
The scene had already been cordoned off.
To the right on the ground floor, a press conference was being held.
A number of Gonzalez City entrepreneurs were seated on the stage, taking questions from journalists.
All of them were Otis Radcliffe’s loyal lackeys and had been arranged as witnesses beforehand.
Their testimonies had been memorized long in advance.
"Scared! I was extremely scared at the time!"
The boss from Photon City patted his chest, his complexion pale: "When Third Brother of the Leopold Family came over, he might have wanted to see what was happening, but Quella Radcliffe drew her knife immediately! I wanted to intervene, but I was a step too late..."
As he said this, his face filled with sorrow: "Third Brother and I were friends, good friends. Now that his body has been snatched away, I really wish I could give him an explanation."
"May I ask, when Quella Radcliffe killed the man, was it intentional, or was it unintentional?"
Gonzalez City’s local journalists, who were also bought off by Otis Radcliffe, were relentless in their questioning.
They were putting on a show for all of Gonzalez City to see.
Moreover, on the ground floor of Five-state International, there were already thousands of onlookers gathered here, wanting to understand the situation.
Never underestimate the public’s enthusiasm for spectacles.
Some people took out their mobile phones, filming and discussing among themselves: "You say, President Radcliffe looks so refined and cultured, and with the reputation of Gonzalez City’s top beauty, how could she act so ruthlessly!"
"Who knows! I heard that the son-in-law who joined the Radcliffe Family was actually the president of Willson Group? Maybe it’s because her husband had an affair with Itai Huntington, and she couldn’t accept it?"
With these words, the crowd immediately exploded into discussion.
"So that means, the knife was very likely intended for Itai Huntington? And Third Brother of the Leopold Family ended up being the scapegoat?"
Gossip is second nature to everyone.
And rumors are even more frightening when they spread!
Probably even Otis Radcliffe had not expected such a tremendous reaction.
"I think so too! Think about it, your own husband, having an affair with his boss! And she’s a widow!"
"Men are all the same. The president of the Willson Group, oh how rich! Ten wives wouldn’t surprise me."
"But Quella Radcliffe is a national beauty, how many in Gonzalez City pine for her! Isn’t this a case of not knowing one’s blessings within reach?"
Men always have endless topics when it comes to women.
"Heh heh! Itai Huntington may be a widow, but she’s seductive! Tell me, don’t you want to... "
"What you’re saying, to have a fling with Itai Huntington, I’d die happy!"
"Kids make choices, adults want it all!"
The people of Gonzalez City became increasingly joyful and proudly boasted their speculations to others.
A battle between two women over a husband, with Third Brother of the Leopold Family being the scapegoat!
In the blink of an eye, this became the most widely circulated version.
"I suspect that President Radcliffe must have premeditated this. Otherwise, which normal person carries a sharp dagger on them?"
Up on the stage, a businessman sighed: "It’s true that you can know someone’s face but not their heart!"
The reporters quickly noted down these comments and uploaded snippets of the video to their social circles.
In almost a morning’s time, everybody in Gonzalez City knew about the incident.
The female CEO clanked her way into jail!
However, at this time, another witness bought by Otis Radcliffe, Leopold Fairchild, was enjoying himself in a massage parlor.
He was flanked by women on either side, with two in his arms.
Bang!
Just then.
The door was kicked open.
"Who is it!"
Leopold Fairchild quickly covered himself with a blanket, hugging the two panicked women in his arms.
At the doorway, a muscular man stepped in, holding a suitcase and striding forward.
"I’m gonna call the cops!"
Leopold Fairchild picked up the phone by the bed, pointing at Terry Moore: "You motherfucker, you’ve messed with the wrong guy!"
"Hold on a sec!"
Terry Moore pretended to inadvertently reveal the Rolex on his wrist.
Seeing this, Leopold Fairchild held the phone in his hand but didn’t hurry to make the call.
The other man was wealthy.
Best to see what he has to say first.
"Someone wants to meet you, my boss."
Terry Moore placed the suitcase on the bed and gently opened it.
Inside, dozens of bundles of crisp new banknotes!
It looked like there were about six hundred thousand.
"This is..."
They say money can open any door, and Leopold Fairchild was no exception!
"This is the deposit. Our boss heard you’re a paparazzo and wants you to write some news. Unsure if you can live up to this price though."
Terry Moore sat on the bed, smiling at Leopold Fairchild, "The request is very simple, smear someone! Invert black and white, make him despised by everyone. Do you have the ability to do that?"
Looking at the banknotes, Leopold Fairchild swallowed his saliva.
Money, oh!
Crisp new money!
Even from two meters away, he seemed to smell the scent of the banknotes.
"You two, leave first!"
He waved his hand, and both women hurriedly got dressed and left swiftly.
Once they were gone, Leopold Fairchild chuckled, "Not to brag, but your boss has indeed found the right man for the job! I specialize in this."
He moved closer, placing his hand on the banknotes.
They were real!
New money.
Must have just been withdrawn from the bank.
Slap!
Terry Moore slapped his hand away, speaking coldly, "If you really are capable, our boss will give you two million! But if you’re not up to it, I’ll have to find someone else."
"Hey!"
Leopold Fairchild leaned in, whispering mysteriously, "Heard about that murder President Radcliffe was involved in?"
"I know, the whole city’s abuzz."
Terry Moore nodded and asked in return, "Got anything to do with you?"
"Of course!"
Leopold Fairchild pounded his chest, full of pride, "Take a look at the witness statements at the press conferences now, all penned by me!"
"Your handiwork?"
Terry Moore raised an eyebrow, "Bluffing, right? President Radcliffe’s murder was witnessed by everyone. What’s it got to do with you?"
"It does! It has a lot to do with me!"
Leopold Fairchild stood up straight, thumping his chest, "I’ll tell you, but you can’t tell anyone else!"
"Sure, go ahead!"
Terry Moore nodded earnestly, "I, Karen, swear that if I reveal this, I’ll be single for life!"
"Alright!"
Leopold Fairchild cleared his throat, leaned into Terry Moore’s ear, "The guy, he wasn’t killed by President Radcliffe at all! What eyewitnesses? It was clearly a suicide by the Third Brother of the Leopold Family, framed on President Radcliffe! All those so-called eyewitness testimonies, they’re narratives I wrote, including the press conference. All my handiwork!"
After speaking, he turned around, picked up his cell phone from the head of the bed, opened the memo app, showed Terry Moore a glimpse, then swiftly put it away.
"Is that good enough?"
Leopold Fairchild’s eyes were fixed on the six hundred thousand.
What a generous sum!
"Good! Come with me to see the boss!"
Terry Moore stood up, clicked the suitcase shut, "This money will be yours once we arrive at our destination."
"Sure thing!"
Leopold Fairchild, excited, got dressed and followed Terry Moore into the car.
"Where are we going?"
In the car, he inquired.
"Titan Group!"
Terry Moore said, "Our boss has a close relationship with Ovidiu Cook and wants to smear a competitor."
"Oh!" 𝓃𝓸𝓋𝓹𝓾𝓫.𝒸ℴ𝓶
Leopold Fairchild nodded, the world of the big bosses was indeed full of overt conflicts and covert struggles.
Meanwhile.
At the rooftop of Titan Group’s building.
Julius Reed stood alone, staring down at the ground a hundred meters below.
"Jumping down from here, I’m bound to be gone without a trace."
He put his hands in his pockets, a smile playing on his lips.
PS: My apologies to the bosses for the delay of several minutes!
