Everyone fell silent as Brendan scanned around the crowd with an oppressive gaze.

The man who shouted just now did not make any noise anymore. Brendan glanced at Sam, and the latter nodded before leaving the crowd.

Seizing the chance, a reporter asked, “Mr. Brighthall, you said the whole incident is pure slander, but why did we all see you leaving the grocery store with Charlene this morning? Could it be fake? There is no way that someone would fake a picture like that, right?”

“If it isn't real, then who has the guts to defame the CEO of the Brighthall Group? Are they not worried about being sent to prison?”

“Charlene had hit and killed someone. She should be serving her sentence in prison, but now she has appeared in front of everyone as if nothing has happened. All of us saw it with our own eyes. Do you think it's still fake?”

”Mr. Brighthall, is it because the Brighthall Group is so powerful in Neven that you think you can disregard the law or abuse the law to get your ex-wif