Everyone was startled by the sudden scene.
The young master hesitated for a mont, then imdiately accused, "How can you be so brutal, forcing soone to kneel?!"
After his accusation, he turned to look at the man with the black-frad glasses who had just spoken, hoping he would join in the reprimand.
After all, strength cos in numbers.
However, when the young master looked over, he found that the man with the black-frad glasses had completely lost his composure, trembling all over, with beads of sweat appearing on his forehead, seemingly frightened by what had just happened.
The young master couldn’t help but whisper, "Brother, don’t be afraid. This is live broadcast now, with Knight Group acting like this, they’re definitely dood!"
However, the man with black-frad glasses seed not to hear him at all, his eyes were fixed on the man kneeling on stage, as if he’d seen a ghost.
At this mont, Damian Knight spoke, "So of the journalists present may recognize this gentleman. His na is Leo Ross. He’s a senior executive of the Ross Group and a mber of the Ross Family. He orchestrated the whole incident."
Isaac Ross spoke at the right ti, "Hello everyone, I am Isaac Ross. Our family has committed such a scandal, and I deeply apologize. I’ve specifically brought him here to kneel and apologize to all the victims and the dia."
The young master was dumbfounded.
What is going on?!!
Other reporters began whispering among themselves.
"What’s going on? Isn’t Ross Group allied with Knight Group? Why would soone from Ross try to fra Knight?"
"Could this be a scapegoat?"
"Shh, keep your voice down, or if there’s a twist, you could be charged with spreading rumors!"
This was heard by the young master, who shouted loudly, "Everyone knows Ross Group is a friendly partner with Knight Group, and Mr. Knight and Young Master Ross have been friends for years. Bringing soone from Ross over, isn’t this a scapegoat if it’s anything?"
Damian Knight sneered and asked, "Do you think I’m that stupid?"
The implication was that even if he were to find a scapegoat, he wouldn’t choose soone so obviously one.
The young master’s face froze slightly.
And at this point, the LED screen in the conference hall lit up.
"Ahem!" Isaac Ross cleared his throat, took the screen remote from the hotel attendant, clicked to the next page, and said, "Please take a look, everyone."
Everyone imdiately looked over.
The screen showed a list, detailing nas, ages, various addresses, and a remittance record.
Isaac Ross, seeing that everyone was mostly done reading, slowly spoke, "As you can see, everyone on this list claid they experienced adverse reactions after drinking coffee at Midnight Coffee House. Without exception, all these people t with Leo Ross or his subordinates at different locations, and their bank cards recently had a transfer record, with the sender being a company belonging to Leo Ross."
Everyone looked again, indeed seeing that the remitter was the sa, Leo Ross’s company.
Without Isaac Ross having to explain further, those with a bit of intelligence could analyze that this incident indeed stemd from Leo Ross’s handiwork.
It was Leo Ross who orchestrated this series of events.
"No..." The young master stared in disbelief, eyes wide.
Now he understood why the man with black-frad glasses transford from calm to his current state; the man with black-frad glasses realized the incident was orchestrated by Leo Ross, so upon seeing Leo Ross nabbed, he was shocked out of his wits.
He’s dood! He’s truly dood!
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