Hearing this, Aveline furrowed her brows. "The situation is getting more and more heated. Aren't you going to find a way to cool it down?"
Lucas replied, "It's too late to suppress it now. The capital has already gotten involved, and there are people fueling the flames behind the scenes. The attention is only going to increase." Aveline's worry deepened. "Then what should you do?"
If things continued like this, Lucas' situation would only become more precarious. It wouldn't just be pressure from the board; the public could turn against him too. If it caught the attention of the higher authorities, there was a real risk of him being blacklisted. "Hearing you worry about me, I should be happy," Lucas suddenly shifted the topic, "but why does it make me so sad?"
Aveline paused for a moment and then suggested, "Maybe I could do a livestream to clarify things."
"No need for you to appear," Lucas replied, "I'll handle everything."
His words brought her a strange sense of calm.
Still, she said, "If you need anything, just let me know."
"Alright."
Lucas agreed but didn't hang up immediately.
Aveline glanced at her phone and asked, "Is there anything else?"
"No," Lucas replied, "but I don't want to hang up. I just want to hear your voice. If you'd allow, I'd like to come over."
Aveline's tone was indifferent. "It's late. Go to sleep."
With that, she ended the call.
Lying on her bed, Aveline scrolled through videos on her phone. Out of every ten videos, six were about Lucas's altercation. The topic was unprecedentedly hot.
Who had released the footage during this period?
Was it Lucas's rivals?
Or someone specifically targeting them?
Aveline leaned toward believing that they were being targeted.
So, what other moves were waiting for them?
With her mind racing with these thoughts, Aveline soon drifted off to sleep.
The next day.
Tudor Group.
The spacious conference room was filled with numerous reporters; some were live-streaming on their phones, while others were holding cameras, ready to capture the moment.
The room buzzed with endless chatter.
The door to the conference room opened, and Desmond walked in first, followed by Lucas.
The moment he appeared, all the reporters' cameras turned toward him.
He was dressed in a black suit with a meticulously knotted striped tie. His short hair was neatly styled, and his handsome, captivating face bore a sharp and cold expression. His eyes swept over the cameras, sending an inexplicable chill through those watching the live stream.
The pressure was palpable!
"Wow, this man is way too handsome!"
"He just glanced at me, and I went weak in the knees, like, seriously."
"With his status, does he even need to personally get his hands dirty?"
"By the way, it's been two days since that video went viral. Why hasn't he been arrested?"
-"Abusing his power to bully people, no matter how handsome he is, he's still trash!"
The comments continued to flood in, and the heat kept rising.
Lucas sat down on the chair, his expression calm and indifferent.
Desmond pointed at a reporter, who immediately raised the microphone to Lucas and asked, "Mr. Tudor, was the person in the video who hit someone you?" Lucas replied, "Yes, it was me."
The reporter continued, "Can you
explain why you hit them? I watched the video repeatedly and saw that it was just middle-aged woman with no strength to fight back. Don't you think it's inappropriate to use your youth and strength to hit someone like that?"
Lucas' sharp gaze fixed on the reporter's face. His thin lips curved slightly as he replied coolly...
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