"President Palmer,"
Carlos's voice was like ice,
"How do you intend to explain this data? Or do you believe it's all fabricated? I can arrange for someone to authenticate them."
The moment the journalists saw the data, they were in an uproar!
"President Palmer, is this true? Did you really promise Yuriko shares in private?"
"Mr. Palmer, do you admit this is commercial bribery?"
"Is there a power struggle within the Carter Clan?"
"Junior President Carter is your own son; why don't you trust him, and instead conspire with outsiders to frame him?"
A cacophony of questions accompanied by flashing lights erupted, and the sound of shutters clicked incessantly.
Evan Palmer's well-maintained face turned somewhat sinister under the intense light. He instinctively took half a step back, anxiously tugging at his tie that left a deep mark on his throat.
"This... this is a setup!"
Evan Palmer's voice of defense was quickly drowned out by the multitude of voices.
