Chapter 464: Chapter 464: A Terrapin?
The room fell silent for a while, then Michael Richard said somewhat helplessly, "Mr. Battleson, what should we do now? The employees don’t know what’s happened, they’ve all stopped what they were doing and gone out to watch the commotion."
True, in this society, bored to death with their nine-to-six, five-day-a-week jobs.
Now that there was such a chance to join the throng, everyone naturally wanted to join in.
Justin Battleson stood up from his chair, still holding a warm cup in his hand.
He turned and took a few steps back, standing in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling window.
He looked down slightly and saw the bustling scene downstairs at a glance.
He couldn’t hear the noise downstairs, but he could clearly see the huge posters held up by the fans, reflecting dazzling light under the sun.
The Group is located in the city center, nearby pedestrians leisurely watched, some even took out their phones to take photos and videos.
Michael Richard also came over, he glanced down, frowned a little, and said discontentedly, "These fans do some crazy things, I suppose within five hours, the Weibo trending topic will have changed to "Evelyn Curtis’s fans make a scene at Riley Group"."
He turned to look at Justin Battleson, and said in a deep voice, "Mr. Battleson, public opinion will affect the company, so what should we do now?"
Of course there was an effect from public opinion, given that Evelyn Curtis was a star made by him, and was linked with Riley Group for these years.
However, the latter’s eyes were incredibly calm.
After a while, Justin Battleson quirked his lips, swirled the cup in his hand, watching the brown liquid inside move with the cup. His voice sounded relaxed but was as if laced with poison.
"They want the truth? Then I will announce the truth to the world."
The words are so light they almost vanish in the wind.
Having said this, he turned around to put down his cup, and then strode out of the office.
Michael Richard watched his retreating figure, mumbling a few words, but he didn’t dare to say anything more, and followed him downstairs.
The entrance to Riley Group.
The noisy crowd suddenly fell silent when they saw the man slowly come into their view.
The security and bodyguards at the door stood like a wall in front of him, and only then reluctantly gave way upon seeing Justin Battleson.
The man’s gaze slowly swept over the crowd, as if an invisible pressure descended and covered everything, making it hard for people to breathe.
The fans looked at each other, and for a moment, nobody dared to speak.
Justin Battleson slowly straightened out non-existent creases on his cuffs, his eagle-like sharp gaze fell on the most agitated man in the crowd, and he began to speak with a smirk, "Want justice? Want me to save her?"
The man being questioned was completely baffled, his face turned red, and he could only stammer, " ... yes , you are our Evelyn’s fiancé, now that Evelyn is in trouble, you should be the first to step out and help her."
Someone took the lead, and a chorus of voices followed from behind.
Seemingly bolstered by the support, the young man seemed to be standing on the moral high ground, and gained confidence, his voice was still trembling, but his tone was noticeably stronger.
"Mr. Battleson, we know that you’re wealthy and powerful. At this time, you can’t hide."
Hearing this, the man raised an eyebrow and smirked, "Hide?"
He paused, and his voice turned cold, "Evelyn Curtis has fallen to this point because of her own actions. If you’re trying to blockade me with morality, then I’m sorry, everything you’ve said today is meaningless."
The young man was taken aback, to avoid appearing too embarrassed, he puffed out his chest and retorted forcefully, "I don’t quite agree with the term ’self-inflicted’. Since you said that, Mr. Battleson, why don’t you explain it to us?"