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    bChapter /bb248 /b

    Although the voice didn’t match, it only reinforced Yosef’s belief. The person before him was bSkr/b. bHe /bthought, ‘If she isn’t Skr, why would she bother to disguise her real voice?‘

    Yosef smirked, opting not to reveal Skr’s ruse as he yed along with her act. “There’s no rule bagainst /bitb,/b” he remarked. “I need to hear both sides of the story,” he added.

    Before Skr could say anything, Juelz interjected, “Mr. Campbell, please seek justice for us!b” /b

    Juelz expressed, “This weirdo just appeared out of nowhere–she started picking on my sister the moment she walked in, and since then, she has been provoking, insulting, and bullying her nonstop.” Juelz bused/b, “She lured my sister onto the balcony, drugged her, and humiliated her in front of everyone–all bito /i/btarnish her reputation!”

    Yosef raised an eyebrow, his expression unreadable. “Oh? Is that so?”

    Juelz was boiling with anger, but he didn’t dare to provoke Yosef, given his status. He could only mutter under his breath, “Of course.”

    Yosef turned to Skr and asked, “What’s your perspective on the situation?”

    “All of those usations? They were things his sister did to me,” Skr replied tersely.

    Yosef looked at them and asked, “Do either of you have any eyewitnesses?”

    Juelz replied through gritted teeth, “No. If there had been any witnesses, she wouldn’t have dared to bully my sister like this.”

    Skr rolled her eyes, thinking, ‘Men and their silver tongues–this guy could talk circles around anyone and twist the truth.‘ She challenged, “If there had been any witnesses, that certain someone wouldn’t have dared to frame me so boldly in public.”

    Juelz red at Skr and scoffed, “Justice always prevails. Let’s see how cocky you are when the police show up.”

    Skr shrugged and replied, “Right back at you.”

    Everyone rallied behind the Castillo siblings. “Keep acting tough now, but when the police arrive, you’ll be too devastated even to cry,” someone mocked Skr.

    “Apologize now–this might help you avoid some suffering.”

    Yosef narrowed his eyes in displeasure as the voices around him grew louder. “Everyone, please calm down,” he said calmly. “The facts are still unclear, so let’s avoid making unfounded usations.”

    “Mr. Campbell, it’s clear what’s happening here,” Rhys stepped forward againb, /bhis voice sharp. “bThis /bbmasked /b

    18:10 bSun/b, 3 bAug /b

    weirdo is just here to cause trouble and disrupt the event. Mr. Campbell, why bdon’t /bbyou /bbdeal /bwith her band /bexin everything to everyone present?”

    “Who are you to tell me what to do?” Yosef’s voice turned cold.

    Although Rhys was intimidated by Yosef, he refused to let his pride diminish in front of his friends band /bbthe /bAlthough Rhys was intimidated by Yo

    girl he liked. Straightening his neck, he eximed, “Mr. Campbell, you’ve been avoiding the issue bwith /bbher- /bare you covering for her?”

    Yosef let out a derisive snort. Rhys clenched his jaw and demanded, “Mr. Campbell, what exactly bdo /bbiyou /i/bmean by that?”

    Yosef said coldly, “Do you believe that just because you can’t see any cameras, there isn’t any surveinceb?/bb” /b

    Juelz’s mind went nk, as if struck by lightning. Rhys was equally taken aback. “Surveince cameras? Where exactly?”

    Yosef pointed to a small ornament on the doorframe. “It’s up there. It is the newly developed pinhole camera from Campbell Group,” he exined. “I’m just giving it a trial run; I never expected it to capture such intriguing footage.”

    Yosef instructed someone to retrieve the small memory card from the camera and began sharing the footage for everyone to see. Suddenly, Juelz released Aimee and lunged for the card. “No!” he shouted as he grabbed the memory card from the man, but Yosef effortlessly took it back.

    Holding the tiny memory card between his fingers, Yosef taunted, “What’s the rush? Afraid of getting caught?”

    “Look, there’spromising footage of my sister in there. I can’t let the public see it.” Juelz’s excuse sounded wless–perhaps too perfect.