Chapter 128 Recording
"Yeah, sure," Jones' eyes glinted with a bit of mischief as he shot a look at Margaret, then his face got all serious. "I was supposed to wrap up today's press conference after reading the Fisher Group's statement. But no, I can't just sit on this. I'm spilling the beans right here, right now."
"More like you're just a drama queen twisting the truth and spreading lies." Margaret smirked.
As soon as Margaret said that, the reporters swarmed her, firing off questions left and right.
"Ms. Scott, is Jones telling the truth?"
"Did the Fisher Group really use crappy materials to make a quick buck, poisoning people?"
"Are those two warehouse managers just scapegoats?"
"Did the Fisher Group set up this explosion after things went south?"
Margaret gave a cool smile and said, "No way. Everything Jones said is false, made up to trash the Fisher Group."
"What proof do you have that Jones is lying?" A reporter shoved a mic in her face. "Why would he do this? What's in it for him?"
Margaret sneered. "If, like Jones said, the explosion was planned by the Fisher Group, then why did William and I get hurt in it?"
She rolled up her sleeve, showing off a nasty dark red wound on her skin. Her icy stare locked onto Jones. "If William and I knew about the explosion, why would we be at Warehouse No. 1 right when it happened? Now William's in a coma in the hospital. Would he risk his life for a joke?"
The crowd started buzzing, whispering among themselves.
Yeah, according to the hospital, William got crushed by a falling ceiling in the explosion, got seriously hurt, and hadbeen in a coma for days, maybe even a veggie.
Jones' eyes flashed cold. "That's exactly why you planned to gain public sympathy, but things went sideways, and William got hurt."
"An accident? More like on purpose!" Margaret's face turned icy, her lips curling in mockery. "The explosion was way too convenient. It didn't happen earlier or later, just when William and I were at the warehouse. And you, Jones Turner, got a call and walked away right before the explosion, totally fine!"
"What are you getting at?" Jones frowned.
Margaret glared at him. "I mean, Jones, you're the mastermind behind the explosion! You mixed radioactive materials into the 'Ice and Fire' jewelry!"
"You're full of it!" Jones shot back coldly. "Just because I told the truth, Ms. Scott, now you're trying to pin everything on me?"
"You're the one twisting the truth." Margaret smiled faintly. "You mixed radioactive elements into the raw materials, making some jewelry from Fleurancia radioactive and poisoning people. Then you led William and me to Warehouse No. 1, where you planted a bomb. That call was to tell someone to set it off! You planned this whole thing, but why?"
"Ms. Scott's story is really vivid, but too bad it's all made up by you," Jones waved dismissively at the reporters. "Don't buy into her one-sided story."
Margaret's smile turned icy. "The truth's gonna come out soon enough."
Her eyes flicked to the conference hall door. She squinted slightly. 'Where the heck is William? Peter should've gotten the evidence by now, and William should be here. Did something go wrong?'
No choice but to stall with what Anthony sent her.
Gathering her thoughts, Margaret cleared her throat and shot a sharp look at Jones. "Jones, I've got a phone recording here. Wanna hear it?"
Jones looked taken aback. "What recording?"
Margaret waved her phone, her eyes cold. "You'll find out."
With everyone watching, Margaret found the file Anthony sent her, placed her phone by the mic, and hit play. Soon, a conversation between two people filled the room.
"Hello, is everything ready?" That was Jones' voice.
A woman's voice replied, "Ready, we can blow it anytime."
"Good." Jones' tone was sinister. "Blow it in one minute."
"No problem!" The woman's voice replied again.
Then there were hurried footsteps, probably Jones running to a safe spot.
A minute later, the woman's voice asked, "Can we blow it now?"
"Okay!"
Then, a loud bang echoed. Even though it was just a recording, everyone could feel the explosion's impact.
"Well done!" Jones said, sounding pleased.
The recording ended, leaving everyone in shock.
Facing the crowd's doubts, Jones clenched his fists and raised his voice. "It's just some random recording. What does it prove? How do you know it's me on the phone? And what proof do you have that this bomb is linked to Warehouse No. 1?"
Jones fired off questions, his tone aggressive.
Margaret put away her phone, looked around, and calmly explained, "This convo started at 3:20 PM on June 30th, and one minute later, at 3:21 PM, was exactly when the warehouse No. 1 blew up. As for whether it's you on the recording, that's easy. A voiceprint analysis will clear it up."
"I've already got a voiceprint analyst lined up. Jones, you game for the test?" Margaret sneered, her sharp gaze locked on Jones.
Jones' face changed. He never thought Margaret would have such a recording.
At that time, Margaret and William were heading to Warehouse No. 1 and couldn't have heard his call. Where did Margaret get the recording?
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