"Boycott Midnight Coffee House! Boycott all products under the Knight Group!"
"Brothers, when those reporters co out, we’ll protect them and see if the Knight Group dares to lay a finger on them."
"Is there no law under broad daylight! Officer, did you hear that? Damian Knight is making threats!"
The police looked troubled and could only maintain order with stiff expressions.
Inside.
Damian Knight waited for the journalists to vent before saying, "Since you insist on your views and want to continue spreading rumors, then... words are useless. Bring the person up!"
From the side door, Isaac Ross made an "OK" gesture, returned behind the door, and went to fetch soone.
The reporters were abuzz with speculation.
"Who is Young Master Knight bringing over?"
"Could it be that the Knight Group really has so evidence, and this was a conspiracy from the beginning?"
The young man sneered, "Co on! A conspiracy? Why don’t you just call the whole world a conspiracy? He’s definitely found a scapegoat and is bringing them up as a diversion!"
Just then, two bodyguards pulled open the side door from both sides, revealing a person in a wheelchair, surrounded by a doctor and several bodyguards.
The person in the wheelchair was hooked up to many tubes but appeared in good spirits, although his expression was slightly tense.
Everyone in the dia, having followed the incident closely, recognized the person in the wheelchair imdiately.
"Isn’t that the custor who was being resuscitated?"
"I thought he was dead, but I didn’t expect him to appear here. My god, this was Young Master Knight’s ace! No wonder he said the self-dia person was spreading rumors. Luckily, I held back then and didn’t join in the commotion they were stirring up."
The young man in the seat turned pale.
He naturally recognized the person in the wheelchair as the "deceased" custor he had just ntioned.
But how could this be?
When he was sent to the hospital, reporters had taken videos showing that he seed done for, barely clinging to life. How could he be here now?
How does he even have the strength to co to the press conference?
How is he not dead?!
But the young man quickly cald down.
His was a logical assumption based on the news reports: the person survived because he was rescued, which was an uncontrollable factor. Damian Knight couldn’t accuse him of spreading rumors because of this.
Besides, if anyone were to file a lawsuit, it would be the person in the wheelchair, who had the standing to do so.
Furthermore, he was speaking up for consurs, so that person wouldn’t sue him.
Thinking this, the young man’s wildly beating heart finally returned to a normal rhythm.
The young man in the wheelchair, flanked by the doctor and bodyguards, was brought directly onto the stage beside Damian Knight.
Damian Knight stood up with the microphone and said, "I don’t need to introduce him; you all recognize him, don’t you? This is the custor you all said had died."
The young man in the wheelchair showed anger at those words.
He had just managed to survive, and these reporters were wishing him dead?
Damian Knight spoke at the right mont, "Young man, the microphone is yours."
The young man took the microphone and spoke angrily, "As you can see, I’m not dead. I’m alive and well!"
Feeling a bit awkward, the young man said, "I’m sorry, dear custor, I’m happier than anyone to see you’re alright. Earlier, I said you might have died because I was misled by other news, but my intentions were good. For you, we journalists have been sitting here denouncing Midnight Coffee House. Could you tell us what happened at the ti? Was it after consuming coffee from Midnight Coffee House that you experienced such dangerous symptoms?"
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