Chapter 128: Phone Recording


    Chapter 128: Phone Recording


    "Of course," Jones'' gaze flickered with a hint of provocation towards Jane. Then, his expression


    darkened, and he dered with determination, "I should have concluded today''s press conference


    after Pansy Group''s public rification. However, I don''t want to bury my conscience, so I choose to


    reveal the truth today."


    "Conscience? I think your conscience was eaten by a dog," Jane''s lips curled into a sarcastic smile.


    Seeing Jane''s response, reporters surrounded her, bombarding her with questions.


    "Miss Jane, is what Mr. Jones said true?"


    "Did Pansy Group really choose to use inferior materials for profit, leading to consumer poisoning?"


    "Are those two so-called warehouse managers really scapegoats?"


    "After the situation escted, did Pansy Group orchestrate this explosion incident themselves?"


    Jane smiled calmly and confidently responded, "Of course not. Every word Jones said is false,


    fabricated to intentionally nder Pansy Group."


    "What evidence do you have to prove that Jones is lying?" a reporter aimed the microphone at


    Jane. "Why would he do this? What benefit does he gain?"


    Jane sneered, "If, as Jones ims, the explosion was premeditated by Pansy Group, then why


    would Patrick and I be injured in the explosion?"


    She rolled up her sleeve, revealing a prominent dark red wound on her fair and delicate skin.


    Her stern gaze fixed on Jones, "If Patrick and I knew about the explosion in advance, how could we


    have coincidentally gone to Warehouse 1 at the time of the explosion? Now, Patrick is lying


    unconscious in the hospital, risking his life as a joke?"


    Upon hearing Jane''s words, people began to murmur among themselves.


    Indeed, the news from the hospital confirmed that Patrick was severely injured in the explosion, and


    he had been in aa for days, possibly bing a vegetable.


    A cold glint shed in Jones'' eyes. "This is your feigned strategy, but an ident happened, and


    Patrick got injured."


    "An ident? I say it''s intentional!" Jane''s expression turnedpletely cold, lips tinged with


    mockery.


    "The explosion that day was quite coincidental, happening neither too early nor toote, precisely


    when Patrick and I went to the warehouse. Meanwhile, you, Jones, just a moment before the


    explosion, received a phone call and walked away,pletely unharmed!"


    "What do you mean by saying that?" Jones furrowed his brows.


    Jane stared at him coldly, "My point is, Jones, you are the mastermind behind the explosion! You


    are the one responsible for the radioactive materials in ''Ice and Fire''!"


    "You''re talking nonsense!" Jones retorted coldly. "Just because I spoke the truth, Miss North, you''re


    panicking and trying to shift everything onto me?"


    "Perhaps the one panicking is you," Jane said with a faint smile. "You intentionally mixed radioactive


    elements into the raw materials, causing some ''Ice and Fire'' products produced in France to contain


    radioactive elements and poison consumers. Then, you deliberately led Patrick and me to


    Warehouse 1, nted a bomb there, and that phone call was actually directing someone to


    detonate the bomb! You carefully set up this trap, but why?"


    "Miss North''s story sounds so touching, too bad it''s all your fabrication," Jones waved his hand,


    addressing the reporters. "Don''t believe her one-sided words."


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    Jane''s lips curled into a cold smile. "Whether it''s a story or not will soon be clear."


    Jane involuntarily nced towards the entrance of the conference hall.


    She narrowed her eyes slightly. Why hasn''t Patrick arrived yet?


    In theory, Morton should have obtained the evidence by now. Considering the time, Patrick should


    be almost here.


    Nothing unexpected happened, right?


    There was no choice; she could only use what Anthony sent her to buy some time.


    Regaining her focus, Jane cleared her throat, her gaze sharp on Jones. "Jones, I have a phone


    conversation recording here. Would you like to listen?"


    Upon hearing this, Jones couldn''t help but be taken aback. "What recording?"


    Jane waved her phone, a cold gleam in her beautiful eyes. "You''ll know when you listen."


    In front of everyone, Jane found the file Anthony sent her, ced the phone near the microphone,


    and pressed y.


    Soon, the phone yed the conversation between two individuals.


    "Hey, is everything ready?" This voice was Jones''.


    Another woman''s voice echoed, "Ready, can detonate at any time."


    "Very well." Jones'' tone carried a hint of malice. "Detonate the bomb in one minute."


    "No problem!" The woman''s voice sounded again.


    Then came a series of urgent footsteps, presumably Jones running to a safe ce.


    One minuteter, the woman asked, "Can we detonate now?"


    "OK!"


    Afterward, there was a loud bang. Even though it was just heard through the recording on the


    phone, everyone present could feel the heart-pounding intensity of the explosion.


    "Well done!" Jones expressed his satisfaction.


    The phone recording ended there, leaving everyone in shock.


    Could it be that the explosion in the Pansy Group warehouse was not an ident at all, but a


    deliberate act with someone nting a bomb?


    ording to this recording, the person responsible for nting the bomb was highly likely to be


    Jones.


    Faced with everyone''s questioning, Jones tightly clenched his fingers, raised his voice, and said,


    "It''s just a recording from who knows where. What does it prove? Do you have any evidence to


    show that I''m the one talking on the phone? Or any evidence linking the bomb to Warehouse 1?"


    Jones bombarded them with several counterquestions, his tone aggressive.