Rebirth: Clinging to My Possessive Magnate-Chapter 760: The Woman in the Surveillance
"If you don’t want him to come, I’ll have someone tell him," Albert Fletcher understood Ophelia Wilson’s concerns and nodded considerately.
Ophelia had just nodded when suddenly a commotion erupted among the reporters below, along with a flurry of flashing cameras.
Seeing this, Ophelia’s expression changed drastically. She hurriedly stood up, nervously and apprehensively watching James Reed walk in.
Dressed in a suit and leather shoes, James Reed epitomized a successful elite, and with his good looks, he easily drew the eyes of any women present wherever he went.
Especially in this setting, where the protagonist of the online rumors was none other than his fiancée, the reporters couldn’t help but focus on him.
The cameras followed James continuously, capturing the moment he stepped onto the stage, held Ophelia’s hand, and lovingly said, "Don’t be afraid, I’m here with you."
Just these words nearly moved Ophelia to tears, her eyes brimming with warmth as she nodded repeatedly.
"Mr. Reed, did you come here specifically to support Ophelia Wilson?" A reporter promptly probed.
"Yes." James picked up the microphone and confidently addressed the crowd, "I believe Ophelia would never do such a thing!"
"James..." Ophelia’s voice trembled with emotion.
Seeing the situation, Albert Fletcher smiled and said, "Then Mr. Reed, please have a seat."
Albert gave up his own seat for James, and the staff quickly brought him a chair.
Albert then provided an explanation regarding the online affair, stating that Ophelia had only visited Director Lewis to discuss endorsement issues before having dinner at the hotel’s restaurant.
As for what happened in Director Lewis’s room, it was naturally clarified by Director Lewis himself.
Director Lewis was straightforward in his explanation— the woman was his girlfriend and out of privacy protection for her, he opted not to let her face the media.
His reasoning was justifiable; he wasn’t part of the entertainment industry, and his presence was solely for the company’s reputation. As for his girlfriend, she had no obligation to expose herself to the public.
"I hope all journalist friends report the facts truthfully and refrain from tarnishing a promising artist due to someone’s misconduct," Albert said solemnly, "Regarding this matter, our company will pursue it to the end, taking legal action against those who continue to spread false information."
The reporters duly noted down all the statements, especially as a waiter from the hotel restaurant came forward to testify on Ophelia’s behalf.
It seemed like the online turmoil was about to subside when suddenly a reporter from a media outlet raised his hand to ask a question.
The staff handed him the microphone, and the reporter immediately said, "I have a video here that may clarify certain issues. I wonder if it’s convenient to play it in public."
Could Albert and the others possibly say it was inconvenient to play it?
To say so would only draw suspicion.
"Of course you can," Albert nodded.
Ophelia nervously clenched her fists, uncertain of what the reporter had unearthed.
The reporter approached the nearby computer, inserted a USB drive, and played his video for all to see clearly.
It was evidently surveillance footage, precisely capturing a woman leaving a hotel room—the woman was...
