Chapter 382: Do It, You Fat Slob
He began to pace back and forth like a beast trapped in a cage before he reached the dartboard and punched Kaiden’s picture, hitting the man currently busy plowing his extremely gorgeous girls into the sheets right in the face. Or, at least, his printed face.
Then, abruptly, Maximilian stopped.
A feverish gleam lit his bloodshot eyes.
"Wait..." he whispered. The words were slow and oily. "Yes... yes! A second video. We release a statement- no, not just a statement, a campaign. Alexandra was kidnapped by them. Forced. Her confession was nothing but a performance under duress. We spin it so she’s their hostage, not my victim!"
He slammed a second fist against Kaiden’s image. Then, with triumphant eyes, he turned back toward his subordinates.
"We can flip this! Turn their lies back on them! Do you see it?! We can save everything!"
The four shareholders exchanged glances across the table, every one of them looking at Maximilian as though he had finally slipped the leash on sanity.
Elise was the one to voice what the others were too wary to say. Her French accent sharpened as she leaned forward. "And what then, Maximilian?" she asked coolly. "Say we make such a claim. All Kaiden would need to do is walk Alexandra into the Association’s headquarters. A single test. Do you know what happens then? Every word she speaks will be verified. Every tear will be real. And every lie we push will collapse, or better yet, come back to bite us even worse."
Her lip curled in disdain. "It wouldn’t just fail. It would bury us. Doubly so."
Maximilian’s face twisted. His thick neck trembled as he ground his teeth loud enough to creak.
"Fine. Then let them make those tests! Because when they do, she’ll have no choice but to admit what her so-called ’saviors’ did! She’ll confess they butchered my guards like dogs in the street!"
He slammed his fist down again, veins bulging on his forehead, his voice tearing through the silence.