Marco was still on the line. When he heard his friend’s cries, he sneered and said tly, “Take care,


    ter.”


    “Wait, Marco! Don’t hang up. Please help me! Ah, I’m doomed!”


    Marco just hung up the phone ruthlessly.


    Marco was Lost in thought after hanging up.


    Something just didn’t add up about this whole thing. He could feel it in his guts that ter didn’t do this


    alone even though he refused toe clean. It didn’t make sense that his friend, who just disliked


    Loraine, could go to great lengths to assassinate her character with the fake photo.


    Someone else was behind this. Who exactly was it?


    Marco went through what happened Last night, examining every action of the people that were present


    there.


    A crowd of reporters came out of nowhere after he had arrived.


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    It didn’t seem like a mere coincidence. On the contrary, it Looked Like a set-up because they had


    rushed to Loraine’s private dining room as if they had received a tip-off from someone.


    As Marco put two and two together, his face darkened.


    He shouted at the door, “Carl!”


    Carl rushed into the office a second Later and asked, “Mr. Bryant, how may I help you?”


    Marco gave him the mission.


    “I want you to look into the reporters at


    Forest Restaurant that night.”


    “Roger that!”


    Once Carl left, Marco looked over at his phone which had been vibrating off the hook.


    Keely had been trying to reach him since the incident.


    However, Marco didn’t want to speak to her. He ignored her calls even though the vibration of his


    phone was annoying.


    Not backing down, Keely sent him lots of messages in which she exined herself.


    “Marco, what happened Last night is not what you think it is. I had no idea that my uncle wanted to give


    bribes.”


    “Marco, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have given them money in the first ce. My rtives made my Life a


    living hell after Jorge passed away.