Chapter 824 Press Conference
Mary frowned as she heard the news. "The rumors are getting out of control. Aren't you gonna try to calm things down?"
Matthew sighed, "It's too late to stop it now. The big shots are involved, and there's someone behind the scenes stirring the pot. The buzz is only gonna get louder."
Mary's worry deepened. "So, what do we do?"
If things kept going like this, Matthew's situation would only get worse, not just with the board but also with the public. If high-level officials got wind of it, he could end up blacklisted.
"Listening to you worry about me, I should feel grateful, but why do I feel so sad?" Matthew suddenly changed the subject.
Mary was silent for a moment, then suggested, "How about I do a live stream to clear things up?"
"No need for you to show your face," Matthew said. "I'll handle everything."
Hearing this, Mary felt inexplicably reassured.
But she still said, "If you need anything, just let me know."
"Okay."
Matthew responded, but didn't hang up immediately.
Mary glanced at her phone and asked, "Is there anything else?"
Matthew said, "No, but I don't want to hang up. I want to hear your voice. If you don't mind, I'd like to come over."
Mary's tone was indifferent, "It's late, go to sleep."
With that, she hung up the phone.
Lying in bed with her phone, Mary scrolled through videos. Nowadays, six out of ten videos were about Matthew's assault incident.
The buzz was unprecedentedly high.
Who released this footage during this time?
Matthew's rivals?
Or someone targeting them?
Mary leaned towards the latter.
So, what other tricks did they have up their sleeves?
Mary's mind wandered, and she soon fell asleep.
The next day.
The Montagu Group.
The large conference room was filled with reporters, some live-streaming with their phones, others ready to snap photos with their cameras.
The room buzzed with chatter.
The conference room door opened, and Michael walked in first, followed by Matthew.
As soon as he appeared, all the reporters' cameras focused on him.
Today, he wore a black suit, a meticulously tied striped tie, his short hair neatly styled, his handsome face exuding a devilish charm, his eyes sharp and cold, sweeping over the cameras, sending a chill down the spines of those watching the live stream.
The pressure was intense!
[This guy is way too handsome!]
[He just looked at me, and I went weak in the knees, pants off.]
[With his status, does he really need to personally get involved in a fight?]
[The video has been out for two days, why hasn't he been arrested?]
[Abusing his power to bully people, no matter how handsome he is, he's still scum! Get lost!]
The comments kept rolling, and the buzz kept rising.
Matthew sat down, his expression cold and indifferent.
Michael pointed to a reporter, who immediately held the microphone up to Matthew and asked, "Mr. Montagu, is the person in the video hitting someone you?"
Matthew replied, "Yes, it's me."
The reporter continued, "Why did you hit her? I watched the video repeatedly and saw that she was just a defenseless middle-aged woman. Isn't it wrong to use your youth and strength to hit someone?"
Matthew's sharp gaze fell on the reporter's face, his thin lips curled slightly, and he spoke in a calm voice.
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