Chapter 36 Billionaire's Scandal

• The Imperium Group’s sleek glass headquarters loomed over the bustling crowd, its reflective surface catching the late afternoon sun like a beacon of untouchable power. Camera flashes erupted in a frenzy, each burst of light reflecting off Gerald’s polished exterior as he stood at the podium, his tailored suit a stark contrast to the chaos around him. The man’s face, usually a mask of cold calculation, now carried a carefully crafted expression of grief and determination. His voice, steady yet tinged with a rehearsed sadness, echoed through the microphones, reaching the ears of the gathered reporters and the millions watching the live broadcast.
• “I’ve been a decent young man who wanted nothing but the wellness of his family,” Gerald began, his tone measured, as though he had practiced every word in front of a mirror. The crowd leaned in, hungry for the next soundbite, their pens poised over notepads, phones recording every syllable.
• A male reporter, his voice sharp and accusatory, cut through the murmurs. “Tell us about the video, Gerald! Did you really kill your wife?”