Chapter 379
“But based on the excessive chemical levels found in that milk, your brother would have needed to drink ten thousand bottles a day for two months to experience the kind of sudden deterioration you’re talking about. Honestly, you might want to consider whether your brother was really poisoned, or if he just died from water intoxication.”
The room fell silent. The once noisy auditorium was now completely quiet.
Now everyone finally got what Aubree had been getting at. She got these supposed victims to admit how long they’d actually used the products, so their answers backed up her claim that the platform data was legit and untouched.
Then she had a top expert break it down for everyone, making it clear that the amounts involved weren’t even enough to make someone’s condition worse, let alone kill them.
The woman finally realized she’d walked right into Aubree’s trap. She opened her mouth, wanting to argue, but she’d already boxed herself in with her own words–there was no way to talk her way out of it now.
Trying to take it back at this point would only make her look even more suspicious.
In the corner, Quantavius cursed under his breath. He’d really underestimated Aubree. He thought, ‘So that’s why she’s been lying low all this time. She was out there gathering evidence. Those idiots just answered whatever she asked, no filter at all. Couldn’t they have at least tried to be a little less obvious?’
Quantavius grumbled a couple more times, then the corners of his mouth lifted in a cold smirk. He thought, ‘Even if she manages to prove she didn’t kill anyone, there’s no way she can dodge the blame for selling crappy products. That stain’s not coming off. Nobody wants to worry that something they buy might kill them. GrabCheap’s future is basically crippled now!’
Quantavius was sure this was as far as Aubree could go.
As the expert was escorted off the stage, the reporters couldn’t hold back any longer. They shoved their microphones forward as far as they could, and the camera flashes went off one after another.
“Ms. Miller, does this mean this whole thing was a setup by someone?” one reporter asked.
“Rumor has it lately that GrabCheap is just getting targeted because people are jealous. What do you think about that, Ms. Miller?” another reporter chimed in.
“That’s exactly what I was about to address next,” Aubree said while pursing her lips.
She continued, “I don’t know how many people are watching this press conference right now, but I’d like to ask you, Mr. Yurchenko, have I ever done anything to offend you? At first, because of some baseless misunderstanding, your sister, Milena, dealt with my employee. I already chose not to make a big deal out of it. But now you’re teaming up with the Wilson family to deliberately spread rumors and slander Bree Technology. Don’t you think that’s going a bit too far?”
She knew Quantavius was right there in the audience, but no one else had a clue. To everyone else, it just seemed like she was calling him out over the livestream.
In the crowd, Quantavius’s eyelids twitched uneasily. He thought, ‘Does Aubree really know it was me? That is impossible!’
But as soon as the thought popped up, he dismissed it. He felt that there was no way Aubree could pull that off. He’d covered his tracks well. If Aubree hadn’t time-traveled to this world, there was no way she could have traced his money flow.
In her previous life, the Wilson family managed to dig up Quantavius’s private accounts in order to bring him down. Most of the transactions in those accounts were anything but legal.
Aubree had already sent people to investigate them long before anyone else even thought to.
With things getting to this point, Aubree wasn’t about to play nice anymore. She projected the payment records the victims had received right up on the big screen for everyone to see. “These are the payments received by the people who stirred up trouble. The accounts might look different at first, but after a professional investigation, it turns out all the money came from the same overseas account. The account holder is none other than the chief assistant to Mr. Yurchenko at Yurchenko Group.”
Quantavius stared at the images flashing across the screen, his eyes practically popping out of his head. Nobody knew those records better than he did.
Now he was finally panicking for real. ‘How the hell did Aubree dig this up? What else does she know?’ he thought.