The press conference is set at the Crestfall Grand Hotel.
The scene was already crowded with people, so of whom had white towels wrapped around their heads, with the word "Protest" scrawled in red. As for the others, they had seen the news online and, before that, had consud products from Midnight Coffee House and were there seeking compensation as ordinary passersby.
Of course, these people were unable to enter the venue; however, they could watch the live broadcast via the large screen on the hotel entrance.
The ones allowed inside were dia personnel, those responsible for food regulation, and so self-dia celebrities from the internet.
After Damian Knight’s car arrived at the scene, the bodyguards, fearing a disturbance, directed the driver to head straight to the entrance, allowing Damian Knight to smoothly enter the venue.
However, Damian Knight did not go directly to the conference room; instead, he went into the restaurant at the Crestfall Hotel, sat down, and ordered food.
Beside him, Assistant Shelton was circling nervously, expressing concern, "Young Master Knight, the conference scene is quite chaotic. So dia weren’t invited by us, they ca on their own. I couldn’t stop them. Do you think you should personally go and ask them to leave?"
Damian Knight, while checking the nu, replied nonchalantly, "No need."
"But there’s a question-and-answer segnt in the conference. If their questions are too sharp, it could cause further reputational damage to Midnight Coffee House."
"No need to worry," Damian Knight paused and added, "We can use this opportunity to see which dia outlets have been bribed."
Sweat broke on Assistant Shelton’s forehead; he felt Damian Knight was too calm, so calm it made him uneasy.
At a ti like this, shouldn’t one be anxious? Why is he sitting down to lunch instead?
Damian Knight seed to see his worries and said, "A person is iron, food is steel. It’s already past one o’clock; give ti to have lunch."
"Understood." Assistant Shelton reluctantly answered, turning to give Damian Knight so space.
At that mont, Damian Knight suddenly called him back.
"Wait."
Assistant Shelton paused, hurriedly turned his head, and asked excitedly, "Do you want to drive those uninvited dia away?"
"No." Damian Knight handed the checked nu to Assistant Shelton, saying, "Order an extra portion of the dishes I’ve circled and have them sent to Crestfall First Hospital for Sumr Monroe."
"...Understood." Assistant Shelton accepted the nu begrudgingly.
He had overthought it.
His boss seed to be the type to remain unfazed even with a mountain collapsing before him; he should stop worrying unnecessarily and perhaps pray more to Buddha, in hopes that the Midnight Coffee House will safely get through this crisis.
Assistant Shelton was unaware that the guest still in ergency care had awakened and would soon be able to co over, hence his visible anxiety.
But Damian Knight had no plans to inform him, nor anyone else about it.
When that guest arrives, it will be a brutal mont of embarrassnt.
anwhile.
Willow Grant had only taken leave for one class, so after saying goodbye to Susan Stone, she headed to Crestfall University by car.
On the way, she called Mrs. Grant in Rivain.
The call connected quickly, and Mrs. Grant’s voice was slightly anxious, "Willow, I’ve seen the news; the Midnight Coffee House incident is huge. Has Young Master Knight ntioned any response strategies to you?"
Willow Grant had never shared recent happenings with Mrs. Grant, such as Damian Knight personally asking her to leave Knight Manor.
She bit her lip and said, "Mom, don’t worry about that now. I need you to imdiately look up soone for ."
"Who?"
"Sumr Monroe. She’s in the sa class as and is also the young lady of the Stanton Group."
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