Chapter 129 Jones' Lover
Jones balled up his fists, trying to keep his cool. He took a deep breath and spat out, "Why the hell should I bother with this dumb voiceprint?"
Margaret smirked, knowing she had him cornered. "What, you scared or something?"
Jones chuckled dryly. "This crappy recording doesn't prove squat!"
"Doesn't prove squat? If it's not your voice, why are you so scared to do a voiceprint ID?" Margaret shot back, her tone dripping with sarcasm. "Feeling guilty, huh?"
Jones dodged her questions, his face tight. "Ms. Scott, you're just throwing around accusations. As the head of Fisher Group's Fleurancia branch, why would I mess with raw materials? And planting a bomb? That's just nuts!"
"Yeah, why would you?" Margaret's eyes narrowed, her voice cutting. "You did it because..."
Just then, a smooth, deep voice cut through the tension, finishing her sentence. "You did it because of Marilyn! Because of Royal Radiance!"
Margaret's head snapped towards the entrance of the conference hall. Relief washed over her as she saw the familiar figure.
It was William!
William had finally shown up!
The crowd gasped as William strode in, his sharp features and tall frame giving off an air of untouchable authority, like a god among mortals.
"Mr. Fisher! He's here!"
"Wasn't he in a coma? How's he up and about?"
"It's really him! He's okay!"
The room buzzed with excitement, all eyes glued to William. A few seconds later, the crowd started piecing things together.
"Marilyn? Royal Radiance? Isn't that the jewelry company in that plagiarism mess?"
"What's Jones got to do with Royal Radiance?"
"Is this all tied to Royal Radiance?"
The crowd's chatter grew louder, their eyes filled with curiosity and shock, all focused on William.
Under William's commanding presence, the crowd parted, and he walked straight to Margaret. He turned to her, his voice low and a bit rough. "Margaret, I'm here."
Margaret gave him a small smile, their silent understanding clear.
Jones stared at William, his mind reeling. 'Isn't William supposed to be in a coma after that ceiling collapse? How the hell is he here, looking fine?'
"William, how did you get here?" Jones stammered, his voice shaking. "Weren't you in the hospital, out cold?"
"What, not happy to see me?" William raised an eyebrow, his cold gaze locking onto Jones. "Jones, I've got a fun little video for you. Wanna watch?"
"Video? What video?" Jones' face twisted, the situation spiraling way out of his control.
He never saw this coming—William looking all fine and dandy! Seeing William now, full of life, it was clear his coma was just a ruse. William had faked being out cold to make Jones drop his guard while they gathered dirt on him! The plan was to ambush him at today's press conference and catch him with his pants down!
Realizing this, Jones broke into a cold sweat, his mind going blank. He'd been played! William and Margaret had totally duped him!
With a nod from William, Peter got the hint and used the remote to play a video on the big screen.
The video showed a swanky hotel room in Fleurancia. On the silver bed in the middle of the room were a man and a woman. The man was clearly Jones, and the woman was Royal Radiance's chief designer, Marilyn.
They were all over each other, and after their romp, Marilyn asked sweetly, "Darling, do you love me?"
"Of course I do." Jones' eyes were burning with desire.
"Can you prove it?" Marilyn's hands snaked around Jones' neck.
Jones nodded. "How? I'll do anything for you!"
"Really? Anything?" Marilyn's eyes were full of mischief.
"Of course." Jones pulled her close. "As long as you'll marry me."
"Okay, but you gotta do something for me first." Marilyn's eyes turned cold. "You know about the plagiarism scandal, right?"
Jones paused. "You mean the 'Ice and Fire' jewelry?"
Marilyn bit her lip. "Yeah! That witch Margaret humiliated me! My career, built over the years, was trashed because of her and William!"
Thinking about her ruined reputation, from a top designer to a disgraced plagiarist, Marilyn was fuming. If it weren't for Margaret and William, she wouldn't be in this mess! She needed payback! She wanted to make Margaret and William suffer a thousand times over for what they did to her!
Jones was quiet for a moment, then said firmly, "Marilyn, you know how I feel about you. Just tell me what you need, and I'll do it."
A wicked glint flashed in Marilyn's eyes as she gritted her teeth. "I want Margaret's 'Ice and Fire' jewelry to flop! I want her reputation destroyed, utterly crushed!"
"That's easy." Jones held her tight, his voice steady. "I'll mess with it so bad, the 'Ice and Fire' jewelry will have fatal quality issues, and you'll be happy!"
"Darling, if you pull this off, I'll marry you!" Marilyn nodded, satisfied, and kissed Jones, leading to another round of passion.
Peter quickly grabbed the remote and turned off the video.
William's eyes narrowed, his icy gaze locked on Jones. "Jones, got anything to say for yourself?"
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