Spoiled by the CEO after amnesia!-Chapter 755 - 735 Against the Entire World

Auntie Li’s eyes, previously alight, suddenly extinguished in despair as she murmured, "Is there... really no other way..."

Huo Zhenyang’s eyes seemed both bright and dark, and he did not speak for a while.

Just then, noise came from outside the door.

It was the sound of clamorous voices.

In the quiet morning, the noise was particularly jarring.

And it grew louder and louder.

A male servant rushed in, panic etched on his face:

"There are a lot of reporters outside, the security of the villa complex can’t hold them back, they’re all gathered at the entrance wanting to interview the young master about the madam’s case—"

"Boss, I’ll go out and drive those media away," George reacted.

The lawyer also nodded his head, "Boss, go upstairs and rest, leave these reporters to us to deal with."

Huo Zhenyang’s eyes steadied in resolve, signaling it was no worry, and with a turn, he strode out.

George and the lawyer exchanged glances, hurriedly followed after, and went out too.

Indeed, outside the carved front gate of the Huo Mansion was a swarm of reporters.

Some held microphones and recording pens, others carried cameras on their shoulders.

Seeing the owner of the big house stride out, the reporters suddenly all perked up at the entrance, aiming their cameras and microphones at him:

"Mayor Huo, according to the victim’s father, who is also your cousin, Miss Lo and Mrs. Huo had deep-seated grievances. Could this be the reason Mrs. Huo brutally murdered Miss Lo?"

"Mrs. Huo’s case is backed by both eyewitnesses and physical evidence, and now there’s a substantial motive for the murder. Mayor Huo, do you have anything to explain to the public and society?"

"Mayor Huo, as the head of a city, representing law and democracy, now that your wife has done such a bloody and cruel thing, the public is also bound to be disappointed in you. What are your thoughts on Mrs. Huo? Do you not hate her now for tarnishing your public image?" 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

"Please, Mayor Huo, don’t dodge the question, answer us directly, give society an explanation, this is what the citizens are concerned about!"

...

The chirping of the reporters came in waves.

It was less of an interview and more of an inquisition.

Murders happen in every city, every day, and are not so unusual.

But when it involves the mayor’s wife, it becomes a matter of immense attention for both the media and the public.

George and the lawyer both deeply understood the pressure that the Boss was facing at this moment.

He was not only the king of the business circle in the south of China and the mayor of Yunling, but in the eyes of the outside world, he also represented light and integrity, and needed to maintain a high-quality, perfect image.

On the mansion’s steps, the man with a cold, handsome face, quietly listened to the reporters’ questions word by word, finally, he lifted his head.

His deep eyes, like a thousand-year-old ice pond, emitted a chilling cold light that made the reporters on site shiver, falling collectively silent.

He subdued his gaze, finally speaking coldly, "You have asked so many questions, I won’t answer them one by one, but I’ll give one unified response. I believe my wife would not kill, evidence or motives be damned. No matter what, I will use all my power to win the case for her, she will not suffer an injustice or face the torment of prison."

The man’s demeanor was indifferent and his tone obstinate and defiant, with a touch of provocation. Hands in the pockets of his slacks, standing on the steps, he presented himself as someone ready to openly defy the whole world.

The reporters instantly became like boiling water, erupting into clamor with even sharper and more relentless words:

"Mayor Huo means to say that you will disregard the law and ignore the evidence just to save Mrs. Huo?"

"Mayor Huo, such a response will disappoint the public!"

Just then, from behind the crowd of journalists, a middle-aged man’s deep yet slightly hoarse voice, sounding as if he hadn’t slept all night, wafted over:

"I believe that Mayor Huo would absolutely not ignore the law to protect his wife."

The reporters were surprised and dispersed, making way and looking back.

Huo Zhenyang’s eyes darkened, and he followed the voice.

Indeed.

There was Boris, flanked by two assistants, walking over.

After learning of his daughter’s death in Yunling, Boris was devastated and immediately came over from A Country.

Identifying the body at the police station and arranging his daughter’s affairs, he hadn’t slept all night. Boris seemed to have aged several years overnight, his face etched with deep fatigue, eyes exceptionally red, and his voice somewhat trembling, containing a trace of barely restrained anger.

After throwing out his comment to the reporters, Boris coldly looked at Huo Zhenyang, "Am I right, Zhenyang?"

Huo Zhenyang remained silent, not responding to his uncle by marriage. His gaze turned even colder.

Such a reaction from the man only fueled Boris’s anger.

This nephew-in-law of his didn’t care at all about his daughter who had lost her life and was still wholeheartedly defending his pampered wife!

He probably hadn’t even glanced at Xiaolei’s body from yesterday to today, busy running around for his wife!

Lo, you—died so unjustly!

Chu Jiayi! This woman from China! So malicious!

If he had known years later she would kill his own daughter, back on the Ya Family’s terrace in S Country, he should have been ruthless and pushed this Chinese woman off the building!

Fury filled Boris, and his aged, sorrow-stricken face contorted slightly as he clenched his fists tightly.

Lo, Daddy won’t let the person who harmed you get away, I will avenge you!

Even if Huo Zhenyang does all he can to protect that woman, I will make sure she ends up in prison, suffering the consequences.

A journalist recognized the newcomer: "Is he the victim’s father?"

"Then, he would be Mayor Huo’s uncle by marriage?"

The reporters started murmuring and immediately surged forward, surrounding Boris, "Mr. Boris, do you have anything to say about the alleged murder of Mrs. Huo and your beloved daughter?"

Boris, controlling the grief and indignation in his heart, tried to sound as calm as possible: "I have nothing to say, I just want to tell everyone that as the head of a major city in China, Huo Zhenyang certainly will not indulge criminal acts and will handle this impartially. I will also quietly wait for Huo Zhenyang to give me a satisfactory response."

George’s eyebrows furrowed, this Boris was clearly putting pressure on the Boss in front of the media so that the Boss couldn’t show favoritism to his wife.

He stepped forward to prevent Boris from speaking further and possibly stoking greater emotion from the reporters, facing them: "That’s all for today, please disperse."

The Huo Family’s bodyguards had already rushed over, intimidating the reporters with their presence, ready to see them out.

Seeing this, the reporters dared not linger, and one by one, left the villa area.

The servants opened the gate, and George glanced at the Boss’s expression before stepping out a few paces: "Mr. Boris, please come in."

Boris, suppressing the anger on his face, walked in with his assistants, stopping at the foot of the stairs, showing no intention of entering.

Huo Zhenyang said indifferently, "Uncle, please come inside."

Boris certainly knew why he was being so politely asked to come in, his fists clenched:

"Do you want me to not accuse Chu Jiayi at the police station, with the media, and in the courtroom, to take back what I said at the police station, is that it?"