The Billionaire CEO Wants to Marry Me Every Day-Chapter 598: The Last Fish in the Net Caught
The young gentleman was suddenly on the brink of collapse; if he wasn’t still seated, he would surely have fallen to the ground in fright.
He had never regretted anything so much before.
Regretted agreeing to those people to come to such a place and openly provoke Damian Knight.
If he truly stood on the side of justice, there would be many who would protect him, but in the current situation, it was nothing less than everyone’s hands pushed the wall down.
He’s doomed!
Some of the more sensitive journalists started speaking, "Young Master Knight, I’m not on the same side as him. We were invited by you to attend the press conference."
"Me too, I didn’t say anything just now. You can’t let us innocent reporters carry the blame along with him."
Damian Knight spoke calmly, "There’s no need for haste, everyone. Assistant Shelton has recorded those who declared solidarity with that gentleman just now. I won’t wrongly accuse any innocent people present."
The invited journalists calmed down upon hearing this.
But those who had declared their solidarity with the young gentleman turned pale upon hearing this.
Just as the young gentleman thought of apologizing to save himself, a reporter stood up.
Everyone was seated, and since he was the only one who stood up, everyone’s gaze naturally turned to him.
The man adjusted his black-rimmed glasses and spoke without emotion, "Young Master Knight, I’m sure you’ve heard the phrase ’words without proof.’ Although this young man is a victim, and what he says is somewhat believable, he’s just a kid. Who knows if he’s just saying what someone else told him to say?"
The young gentleman’s pale face finally regained some color upon hearing this.
Yeah! Words without proof, who knows if what that young man said is true?
Maybe Damian Knight shut him up with money?!
The young gentleman immediately echoed, "Exactly! Words without proof, we need solid evidence! Who knows if what he’s saying is credible?"
"You—"
The young man in the wheelchair was enraged.
"I admitted my own actions, why is it not credible?"
Damian Knight turned to glance at the young man, mouthing the words "Calm down," before looking expressionlessly at the man with black-framed glasses.
If he hadn’t been mistaken, when those uninvited media individuals started accusing the Midnight Coffee House, this man remained silent, but now when accountability was at stake, this man stood up.
It seems the most vocal guy wasn’t the leader of the group; this man was.
Very good, they’ve caught the one that slipped through the net.
Damian Knight’s lips curled almost imperceptibly, then he spoke, "I thought seeking evidence was a job for the police. Since you want to play the role of the police, I’ll satisfy your request."
As Damian Knight said this, he snapped his fingers, "Bring the person up!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the tightly shut side door opened again.
This time, it wasn’t the consumers of the Midnight Coffee House who appeared behind the side door, but a man in a suit with his hair slicked back.
The man was bound hand and foot, his face etched with fear.
The man with the black-rimmed glasses immediately showed a hint of panic that he couldn’t hide upon seeing the man.
How could this be...
Isaac Ross walked up to the bound man, gripping him by the collar with one hand, then directly dragged the man onto the stage.
He then forcefully kicked the man’s knees from behind, causing the man to fall to the ground with a "thud," unable to withstand the force.
