Wilson might not be a lawyer but he knew he should cooperate with the cops regarding the case. He might stay silent but refusing would result in serious actions.
He tried to reason so that he could have the press conference, "If it's for questioning, why can't you do it in a room here?" He was indifferent, without giving into fright.
David had seen two kinds of people. One who knows the law, who pretended to know the law. Wilson belonged to the second category and he looked too calm to believe.
David rose his brows. Looking at the situation of the malfunctioning microphone, and power outage, he was pretty sure Anya or somebody was trying to stop the press conference.
Well, he wasn't leading the case so he had no right to question Wilson and Wilson wasn't in the position to demand his questioning at his place.
"Mr. Wilson, are you teaching us our work?" David questioned, standing calmer than the man in front. He had the whole world of patience to play if Wilson wanted.
Wilson gritted his teeth when he realized that he had no room for negotiation. He was the one who complained, why was he being summoned for questioning?
"You f*…" Wilson swallowed down his bubbling anger. He was the husband of the victim there. If he gets angry without cooperating with the cops, he will become one of the suspects.
However, if he fails to have this press conference, his plan would go out of his hands. The outcome could be anything. So he held himself back from swearing at the man.
"I will receive my wife and come with her to the station." By that time, he would be done with the press conference. He just needs five to ten minutes, and instead of answering the question, he will voluntarily speak of the situation he created.
The cop behind David scrutinized Wilson who wasn't eager to know about the case, instead, he was in a hurry to have the press conference. He flatly responded, "Mrs. Janet Wilson will be escorted to the police station directly."
Wilson: "…"
His heart thundered in his chest. He wanted to meet Janet first so that he could either calm her or threaten her to play his game. He hadn't told her anything yet as there was a lady cop with Janet and Janet would panic in the car.
The second cop glanced at David who didn't tell the reason they learned over the phone call. He chose to voice it to Wilson who stood frozen. "Mr. Wilson, a son secretly protecting his mother isn't a sin." They didn't understand what it meant until they discerned that Alvin's biological mother was Janet.
The second cop looked at Alvin's striking face and shook his head. "So much drama in his life." He muttered about Alvin's back-to-back news from a week ago. This series of events became a marketing strategy for Skylar. It became a brand before it completely flexed in the industry.
Sometimes it leads one to wonder if everything was Alvin's mind-blowing planning. Because he has everything under his control.
David brushed off his thoughts. He pointed at the door, "Mr. Wilson, please cooperate with us."
Wilson wanted to be the one who reveals about Alvin and Janet. The public would receive it as he speaks. Janet is a helpless mother and Alvin is a dictator pursuing his revenge.
If everything goes out of hand, he will give up on money and push the blame on Alvin saying the latter does as he wants without considering their opinion.
He was certain that he had a foolproof plan. So he turned to Claire and informed her, "Postpone the press conference to the afternoon." Then he reluctantly followed the cops as if he was a willing party.
Claire: "…"
She was sitting there for a good few seconds when the reporters were shooting their questions at once. She didn't know if she should help Janet come out of this or just worry about the company.
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In Rolls Royce Phantom,
Rob drove the car behind the cops while Alvin had his breakfast and Anya was busy with her laptop. He couldn't believe Anya wanted to drop Alvin so that Alvin could have breakfast.
Alvin was done with his breakfast but Anya hadn't touched hers. Reaching her laptop, he tried to convince her, "Little Donut, have your breakfast…"
His voice trailed when Anya frowned hard and flashed him daggers through her steely gray eyes. He paused and read the invisible big bold words on her face, 'Don't disturb me.'
Taking her laptop back, Anya curtly responded, "Network is unstable on the wheels." A small delay or distraction could leave traces when hacking. She least wanted Wilson to make use of it against them.
Honestly, Alvin wanted to shut the laptop and hand her breakfast to eat. She doesn't have to worry so much when he could get out of detention without the need for proof. Nevertheless, he behaved, or else his Wild Cat will break that laptop on his head.
"Breathe…" He whispered seeing her hold her breath repeatedly to focus on her work. He should have learned hacking while helping her learn it.
Anya unconsciously took a breath but held it again. Alvin watched his wife's serious profile and kept reminding her to breathe. He could have helped her.
He had seen her working on the PSR ship case. She might look serious while working but her body wouldn't be tense. Thus it was easy for him to deduce, there was fear of something happening to him, even if she was confident to handle the situation, even when she knew he could get away with all this.
He was proud that she was good at what she does. At the same time, he just wants her to enjoy, throw her silly tantrums, and be spoiled. His messy life had ruined her vacation.
His fingers gently pushed her hair lock behind when her lips curled into a wicked smile. However, that smile didn't last long. Her lips slowly curled down, her supple pink lips shrunk to a faint pout as her face became small.
He knew the reason. Pushing the laptop away, he pulled her onto his lap and embraced her. Just little things were enough to make her excited and also gloomy. "Goofball." His gentle voice made her arms wrap tighter around him.
He was expecting her to say something emotional or complain but she murmured, "I'm hungry."
Alvin flicked her forehead. She could only be at ease if she handles the situation instead of his team. So he focused on feeding her before they could reach the police station and she got busy.