"Christian, what should we do now? Who framed my son? How could Anthony kill someone?"
Christian still kept a cold face, not saying a word. He knew that his son was completely useless.
"To kill or not to kill, it is not for me or you to say anything; let's see what the police say."
Mrs. Morris - Christian's wife - almost burst into tears; the Morris family only had one son. Normally, she did not dare to say harsh words; she would indulge him, thinking that the Morris family in New York would always say one thing and do another. No matter how big the problem was, there would be a family to support him.
But why did such important news suddenly appear? Christian's space to turn things around had now narrowed to the minimum.
"You can only cry. Anthony is like this; you are the one responsible. I will go see the police chief tonight and see what he says." Being scolded, Mrs. Morris felt extremely wronged. Looking at the empty house, her heart also rose with anger. "Where is that bitch Aria? Her husband was arrested, and she still hasn't come back?"
The servants bowed their heads; no one dared to say anything. A brave person trembled and replied: "She went home today to pack her things and take her child away."
"What?" Mrs. Morris was angry but couldn't do anything.
---
At the Lowe house.
Patrick Lowe laughed coldly, talking to his younger brother on the phone. "Big brother, it's not that bad. Are you afraid of Christian? I just want to help our family vent our anger."
The Lowe family in the Capital and the Morris family in New York, on the surface, had nothing to do with each other, but in reality, they were sworn enemies.
On the other end of the line, Zachary Lowe snorted coldly: "You are really arrogant. But be careful, find some guards around. If you corner the dog, it will jump over the wall. It's not difficult to investigate who is behind it."
Patrick put out his cigarette, his expression leisurely: "I didn't do anything. I'm just a person on the side of justice. Anthony killed someone, is it my fault?"
"You have to be careful anyway. Our family is not afraid of them, but you have to think about the consequences. Everything must put safety first."
"Don't worry, Alex is here. At most, I'll be a little thick-skinned and stay at his house."
"Big brother, this time the Morris family is involved in such a big matter, the stock will definitely fall sharply. You should prepare early."
Zachary laughed and said, "Don't worry, I've already started taking action."
The feud between the Lowe family and the Morris family originated from the previous generation. In addition to fighting for business, whoever finds the other's weakness will definitely not let them go, pushing them to the end.
However, in recent years, the two sides have lived in peace, neither side touching the other.
But this time, when Patrick discovered such a big loophole, of course, he could not ignore the opportunity to imprison Anthony.
It is undeniable that Aria is a very decisive person. Listening to that broken recording, Patrick clearly felt Anthony's violence. While drunk, he swung his belt, growling and cursing.
"Aria, don't be stubborn with me. I've killed people before. Do you know who is buried in that land?"
Although Aria could not investigate the cause, what she found was enough to be a clue. Among those who had contact with Anthony, there was a missing girl with the same last name as Aria.
She was a beautiful girl from a small town who passed the entrance exam to a big city, worked at Morris Group for two years, and then suddenly disappeared. Her roommate was the one who reported her missing. But because her parents had passed away, she had no relatives, and was an orphan, the missing person case eventually fell into a deadlock.
What Aria couldn't find, Patrick could, of course, do.
The land behind the lake was owned by the Morris Group. After the police unearthed white skeletons under an abandoned factory on that land, DNA testing proved that those remains were those of the missing girl that year.
Anthony was arrogant, never thinking that one day he would be exposed. But the tie left at the scene, along with his fingerprints, became undeniable evidence.
This evidence could be said to be too obvious before his eyes; Anthony had absolutely no chance of turning the situation around.
Patrick even gave the police a photo of him treating his wife cruelly.
He thought, perhaps Christian now hated him to the core.
Patrick recalled the last condition Aria gave that day:
"Lawyer Patrick, can you help me and my son go abroad?"
"Miss Aria, don't you think that if you go abroad, Christian won't be able to do anything to you?"
Her eyes were both firm and fierce:
"You don't need to worry about this."
He didn't know why, but he always felt that this woman had a backup plan. Where did she get that confidence?
---
The Morris Group headquarters was packed with people; there was no room to squeeze in. Of course, General Manager Morris wouldn't show up to answer any questions. He only sent his staff to reassure them, claiming that it was all just false rumors, urging them not to spread rumors, not to spread rumors.
But such superficial handling only made the situation worse. This was indeed a failed public relations strategy.
The press rushed to report the news, each article adding many details as if they were real, regardless of exaggerating to attract attention.
General Manager Dominic decided:
"This matter is too complicated; we will only report based on the facts, paying attention to every detail to be accurate. For a large corporation like Morris Group, if a scandal like this happens, the police will definitely make a further announcement. Everyone must be careful with their words."
He thought more carefully: if Morris Group is not defeated, then those who want to overthrow them today will all become targets of revenge in the future.
---
When Emma returned home, she couldn't help but chat with Alex:
"Men are really scary; if they don't get along, they fight, and even kill people."
Alex: "?"
"I don't kill people."
"...I didn't tell you."
Alex glanced at her:
"But your eyes were full of vigilance just now. Emma, your husband is not a serial killer."
Emma rubbed her nose and forced a smile:
"Haha, I didn't mean that. I was just exclaiming. But General Manager Dominic is really good, much better than Director Aaron."
Someone felt like a whole jar of vinegar had just been poured on him. Alex smiled faintly:
"What's good about it?"
"Everything is good. If it were the previous Director Aaron, he would definitely make us listen to the rumors, the more exaggerated the better."
"Is that called good?" Alex's voice was full of jealousy.
Emma blinked her long eyelashes:
"Not good?"
"Not good."
At that moment, Patrick's phone rang, and the conversation between the two of them abruptly ended.
Alex picked up the phone with an unhappy tone:
"If you have something to say, say it quickly."
"..." Patrick cursed inwardly, then said:
"You said you would invite me to dinner?"
Alex glanced at Emma and asked:
"Patrick said he wanted to invite us to dinner at the Emperor Restaurant. Are you going?"
On the other end of the line, Patrick almost blurted out:
"Alex, you invited me."
Emma pondered for a moment, then smiled:
"Go, I still owe lawyer Patrick a meal, let me treat you."
Alex nodded:
"Meet at the Emperor Restaurant at 6." Then he hung up immediately.
"Don't worry about saving him. He earns quite a bit of money as a cold-blooded lawyer for a year." Alex said something sincere.
Patrick realized that since this guy got married, the speed at which he hung up the phone had become faster and faster. Having a wife was really different.
---
In the private room, Emma poured wine for Patrick, causing Alex, standing next to him, to roll his eyes.
"Lawyer Patrick, I toast to you. I really thank you for your help these past few days."
"Don't, don't. Don't do that. Look at Alex's murderous eyes; he's about to eat me alive."
Emma glanced at Alex, and he immediately pretended to be innocent, his hands in his pockets:
"I have no opinion."
Patrick chuckled in his heart: *You said you have no opinion, so don't grit your teeth and talk like that.*
Ignoring the men, Emma raised her glass and drank it all in one gulp.
"That's right, Lawyer Patrick, did Aria look for you last time?"
Patrick was stunned when he heard that name, then smiled:
"Yes."
"That's good."
Actually, Emma had countless questions in her heart, such as whether Aria's husband was Anthony, who had just been arrested, how she was now, and so on. But knowing that lawyers are not allowed to arbitrarily disclose client information, she did not want to make things difficult for him.
Most of the time, Alex and Patrick talked to each other. Around 9 o'clock, the meeting ended.
---
At the same time, Leah was also in this restaurant. Suddenly, she saw a familiar figure. "Third Uncle?"
"General Manager Leah, do you see anyone familiar?" Dominic asked.
Leah shook her head, feeling that something was wrong.
Last month, she saw her uncle wearing that coat at home. She immediately took out her phone and called her grandfather: "Grandpa, I found out that Third Uncle has a lover."