A Conference For Condemnation
Because of Charles's help, Freda and Rogan felt more assured.
That was especially true for Freda, for she knew Daemon must have sent Charles over to help them out. Although he was sharp-tongued, he had always protected Carla secretly.
An hour's notice was sufficient to gather a huge crowd of journalists from famous media companies in Aymo City.
Surprisingly, everyone seemed prepared. Even those not usually in Aymo City managed to arrive at Giblo Group in an hour.
The large conference room was filled to the brim. Both the journalists and cameramen were all waiting for Carla's arrival eagerly.
After putting on simple makeup, Carla changed into a Whyte suit that fitted her perfectly.
All the cameras were instantly locked on her when she entered the venue. The camera flashes never stopped as the cameramen kept clicking the shutter.
Carla sat on the main seat. No one else was seated beside her. As that matter involved only her, it was inapt for Thompson and Jamal to attend.
They could only watch the live stream in their office, their hearts in their mouths.
"Should we address you as Ms. Lierger or Mrs. Giblo?"
Someone from the crowd blurted the question, his tone reeking of sarcasm.
"Since we're in the company, call me Ms. Lierger." Carla raised her head and stared at the journalist with a sharp gaze. "You're Jayden Duncan, a journalist from Aymo City Reports, am I right?"
"Uh…" That journalist froze, for he did not expect her to recognize him, much less know his name. Even though the cameraman behind him had the logo of Aymo City Reports, his name was not written.
At that thought, Jayden looked at his badge pass. His name was not on it either.
"If I recall correctly, your company was the one who released an article questioning my husband's whereabouts, am I correct?" Carla continued to ask.
She knew full well that a proper media company like Aymo City Reports would not publish news baselessly. However, every time they did, they would usually find some glorious excuse to support their statements as if they were fighting for a righteous cause.
"That is correct, " Jayden replied, having recollected himself quickly. With his head held high, he continued, "Not long ago, Mr. Giblo held a press conference announcing his wedding, but the media was not invited to the ceremony. Since then, he has been out of circulation. Now, we received news that Mr.
Giblo died in a fire. This is utterly astonishing! Ms. Lierger, would you like to offer an explanation regarding this matter?"
Carla asked in return, "Why should I explain anything to you? It's a family affair, and you have no right to know."
"Ms. Lierger, it sounds like you're trying to evade the question. I take it that you're feeling guilty?" Jayden was relentless.
"That's right, " someone concurred.
At the same time, the others started questioning Zayn's death.
"Security of the Giblo family has always been top-notch. No matter where Mr. Giblo goes, he would be accompanied by at least eighteen bodyguards. Why did a fire break out? Even if there was one, why is it that he's the only one who died in the fire? That's too bizarre…"
"Rumor has it that the fire had something to do with you, Ms. Lierger. Is that true?"
"Also, why are you in charge of Giblo Group when a tragedy has befallen Mr. Giblo? Shouldn't his subordinate take the helm instead?"
"Some said that Mr. Giblo transferred all his assets and shares to you before this incident. That's even more bizarre. It's like those situations where the wife insures the husband, then he dies all of a sudden, and all the compensations go to the wife's pocket."
"That's right. That's even more dramatic than a soap opera!"
Carla had merely uttered a single sentence, but what ensued was a barrage of questions from the media. She had no opportunity to retort. As the unanswered questions piled up, the tension in the air started building.
It did not seem like a press conference but a conference for condemnation.
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