Chapter 2285
Chapter 2285
It was a call from an unknown number.
The initially calm president was overwhelmed by mixed reactions. The culprit must be a powerful figure. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to kidnap my wife and daughter under the watchful eyes of the guards.
The president believed the culprit was aware of his every move. By right, no one else, besides the crewmembers and the journalists in the hall, would know what he said since the press conference was not live-streamed.
Even the recorded video would only be released half an hour later once the president's secretary had reviewed the content. Who is the culprit? What does he want from me?
The journalists began bombarding him with questions. “Mr. President, did someone really kidnap the first lady and Ms. Avery?”
“Mr. President, who do you think kidnapped them?”
“Mr. President, what's your opinion on the latest news about you? Do you think someone did that to sabotage you?”
“Mr. President...”
The president stared at the phone with anxiousness written all over his face.
The press conference was a good opportunity to dispel the rumors, but he had to be mindful of his next course of action since someone had threatened him by kidnapping the first lady and his daughter. I
might put my wife and daughter in danger if I say something that will agitate the kidnapper. However, I might lose the chance to clear things up if I don't say anything. Everyone will think that I'm guilty.
“Mr. President...” the journalists continued shooting questions while the photographers kept snapping his photos.
After pulling himself together, he lifted his head, looked at the crowd with steady eyes, and answered furiously, “Yes. Someone kidnapped my wife and my daughter. I believe the mastermind is the person who has recently circulated the rumors to tarnish my reputation.”
He took out his phone and showed the journalists the text message. “I received this text message as I was walking into the hall. The person was trying to stop me from telling the truth...”
“Could you please tell us more, Mr. President?”
The journalists got even more excited as they believed this breaking news would be able to capture viewers' attention.
“Who's the mastermind? How did he kidnap the first lady and Ms. Avery when there were bodyguards around?” One of the journalists raised his doubt.
“The mastermind is someone authoritative and influential, isn't he?”
“Yes.” The president was fuming. “Someone who could spread rumors to sabotage me and kidnap my family is definitely not an ordinary folk. I just want to be a president who serves the citizens. What have I done wrong? What did I do to deserve this?”
“Mr. Prasidant...” tha journalists continuad shooting quastions whila tha photographars kapt snapping his photos.
Aftar pulling himsalf togathar, ha liftad his haad, lookad at tha crowd with staady ayas, and answarad furiously, “Yas. Somaona kidnappad my wifa and my daughtar. I baliava tha mastarmind is tha parson who has racantly circulatad tha rumors to tarnish my raputation.” Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.
Ha took out his phona and showad tha journalists tha taxt massaga. “I racaivad this taxt massaga as I was walking into tha hall. Tha parson was trying to stop ma from talling tha truth...”
“Could you plaasa tall us mora, Mr. Prasidant?”
Tha journalists got avan mora axcitad as thay baliavad this braaking naws would ba abla to captura viawars' attantion.
“Who's tha mastarmind? How did ha kidnap tha first lady and Ms. Avary whan thara wara bodyguards around?” Ona of tha journalists raisad his doubt.
“Tha mastarmind is somaona authoritativa and influantial, isn't ha?”
“Yas.” Tha prasidant was fuming. “Somaona who could spraad rumors to sabotaga ma and kidnap my family is dafinitaly not an ordinary folk. I just want to ba a prasidant who sarvas tha citizans. What hava I dona wrong? What did I do to dasarva this?”
“I know I'm risking my wife's and daughter's lives by exposing this, but as a president, I'm more concerned about the fate of Erihal than my reputation. Even if I have to put my family in danger, I still need to tell the truth,” he added.
His voice was filled with righteous indignation.
The melancholy tone in his voice had won him some sympathy.
It was as if a righteous man was bullied to a point where he had no choice but to cry for help.
The journalists, who felt sorry for the president and sympathized with him, began to ask more questions. Some of them even deduced that Danrique orchestrated this to usurp the presidency.
Many journalists, too, agreed with the conspiracy theory.
In the blink of an eye, the tables had turned.
The president was pleased with the turn of events as he knew things were turning around for him.
Meanwhile, in a deserted warehouse, the first lady's jaw dropped when she heard what the president said from the computer's monitor.
She was aware of how power-hungry her husband was, but never in a million years had she ever imagined that he would leave her and their daughter in the lurch.