Chapter 280: Reconstruction — Still from the Cannon Fodder’s Perspective
Richard, the man with the lip piercing, had always been Jonathan’s right-hand man and staunchest supporter.
For certain reasons, he was desperately short of money, while Jonathan happened to be extremely wealthy and largely devoid of moral scruples. He was more than willing to adopt the endless stream of underhanded schemes Richard came up with in pursuit of attention and online traffic. The two hit it off immediately, birds of a feather flocking together—the very embodiment of partners in crime.
Even if the entire world were to abandon Jonathan, as long as he still had money, Richard would remain a loyal dog at his feet.
As a result, at a time when everyone had turned against him, the person Jonathan was most willing to trust was naturally Richard.
Unfortunately for him, Richard told a story that differed little from the one he had given the police. What’s more, Richard himself seemed to believe it, convinced that Everly really was an actress Jonathan had hired to pull a reverse prank on everyone.
“No! How could that be? Maybe I could understand other people misunderstanding, but you too? We planned this entire prank together! Our script never involved turning the prank back on our own team—you know that perfectly well!” Jonathan protested indignantly after hearing the story.
“Drop the act. We’ve already seen the chat logs between you and that woman. We’re not falling for this!” Mike, who had played the pregnant ghost, crossed his arms and interjected angrily.
The accident during the performance had left him both physically and mentally shaken. Although no knife had actually pierced his chest, the skin in that area still ached faintly even now. The lingering pain only worsened Mike’s temper, and he couldn’t swallow the humiliation of having been made a fool of. Since he had already decided to quit the team, he no longer cared whether speaking bluntly would offend Jonathan.
Based on Jonathan’s usual personality, everyone expected him to immediately fire back and start a shouting match. Instead, after hearing those words, Jonathan froze for a moment. Then he lowered his head and frantically began scrolling through his phone.