NovelTrueChapter 1397: Emily's expression hardened, but before she could speak, Natasha's calm voice cut through the tension. "Mr. Hopkins, you seem to possess clairvoyance. The police haven't convicted Miss Holland yet, but you've already declared her guilty." Bryant crossed his legs and took a sip of his coffee with deliberate nonchalance. His gaze briefly met that of the middle-aged woman beside him. She quickly caught on and responded, "Miss Dixon, your claims are rather exaggerated. We're simply asking you to step aside temporarily to maintain order." The woman gave a dismissive look to Ford Group's representatives and added with a slight sneer, "Without your leader here, I see no need for you to remain." "Exactly, your leader isn't here. What's the point in staying?" one of the surrounding attendees muttered in agreement.
"Her guilt in the environmental pollution case seems inevitable. If I were in your shoes, I'd have left already. Why stay and face humiliation?" another chimed in.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThe crowd's jeers and scornful remarks targeted Ford Group, pressing them to leave.
On the stage, Bryant still sported a wry smile tinged with resignation. "Miss Dixon, as you can see, it's not the organizing committee excluding you but rather the collective sentiment here," he said. "Let's set aside the matter of guilt for now. We can't allow this incident to disrupt the summit. Without your leader, your presence here lacks purpose. It might be best for you to leave and avoid further unrest." His words, though seemingly conciliatory, subtly affirmed the presumed guilt of Ford Group, further alienating them.
Natasha's expression grew icier by the second.
"Please, leave now," a man in black beside her said firmly.
Natasha turned sharply to the men in black. The leader met her gaze impassively, his eyes reflecting a cold resolve.
At that moment, a voice from the crowd shouted, "Get out!" The surrounding attendees seized the opportunity, banging on tables and jeering, their chants rising in unison. "Get out! Get out!" Morε updates in GalMeanwhile, Bryant maintained a subtle curve at the corner of his mouth as he observed the unfolding with the composure of a detached spectator. Without Corrine, he saw no need to intervene with what he considered minor nuisances.
The deafening chants echoed through the venue, instilling unease among those present. The members of Ford Group looked visibly strained, and their composure faltered under the pressure. They exchanged anxious glances, their expressions mingled with fear and panic.
Marcia, feeling utterly humiliated and fighting to suppress her inner turmoil, began, “Miss Dixon, perhaps we should-"
"Sorry to keep you all waiting," a clear voice echoed from the entrancem Every gaze swiftly turned toward the door.
The heavy doors swung open, letting in a stream of light that silhouetted a slender woman. tall,
Dressed in a crisp white suit and nude-colored high heels, her long hair elegantly curled and draped over one Kara, her long hair shoulder, she exuded a blend of professionalism and grace.
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