His Devious Rule

At Starlight,

Wilson rushed inside the auditorium to find a smaller number of reporters than in the morning. He spotted a technician of Starlight and demanded rudely, "Where are others?"

The technician was startled for a moment. He grasped that Wilson returned for the press conference. Glancing at the twenty members in the large hall, he reported to Wilson, "Mr. Wilson, Manager Claire asked everyone to be seated and wait for your return but many left after some time."

Wilson cussed in his mind. If Claire was there, the reporter would have waited. If she left, why would they blindly wait? Anyway, the show must go on. He instructed the technician, "Check the microphone." He went close to the table and asked, "Is it working?"

The technician was about to respond, but Wilson tested the microphone by tapping it. The reporters who were time passing grabbed the chance and rushed front for an exclusive interview. "Mr. Wilson, where is your wife?"

On the way, Wilson learned that Janet was at the station. He sat down and responded pretending to be calm. "At the station." He paused.

The public might write as he left his wife alone at the police station. So he added, "Janet is in shock. She won't be able to attend the press conference. So I'm here to keep my word." He sounded as though he was a man of his word. He added, "And on Janet's behalf."

Another reporter hurled his next question, "Mr. Wilson, is it true that Alvin Matthews…" The rest of the voice faded due to a loud series of footsteps coming from outside.

Followed by it, a crowd of people rushed inside the auditorium. Instead of taking seats, they started pushing around to get a better position and closeup shots.

The hall uncontrollably buzzed with questions. The camera flickers nonstop at Wilson. The latter failed to get the chance to speak.

....

In front of the police station,

Janet wanted to get in the car quickly and leave but the crowd was uncontrollable by even ten officers.

The reporters, cameramen, her fans, passers-by, everyone wanted to know about her. If some worried about her, most of them wanted juicy details.

The lady cops protected her while the men cops tried to farm a human chain and push the people away. However, it made the crowd more violent to get closer to Janet.

Janet felt suffocated by the loud voices and the camera's lights flashing into her eyes. Unable to handle it, she finally spoke, "I will answer, stop shouting. Be calm."

Although her voice was low, it reached a handful of people who passed on the message, and the noise lowered.

"Mrs. Wilson, why did Alvin Matthews stalk you?"

"Janet Wilson, did you know Alvin Matthews before today?"

"Janet, how do you know Alvin Matthews?"

"Mrs. Wilson, is this an act of obsession?"

Janet heard many more questions but she chose to speak in neutral, "Alvin Matthews has confessed. I have given my statement. Let's wait for the cops to complete the interrogation."

The reporters again started throwing questions while the cops slowly tried to make their way toward the car.

"Does that mean Alvin Matthews is arrested?"

"Will Anya Owen use her connections to get her husband out?"

"Did you know Alvin Matthews before today?"

"What is your relation with Alvin Matthews?"

Janet shuddered at the question. She never wanted to reveal her relationship with Alvin Matthews. She never in her dreams thought she would have to tell the cops.

Alvin was right. She was going to accept it publicly. If she doesn't reveal it, it would be humiliating when the cops announce it. Wilson didn't cross her mind.

"Alvin is my son." By the end of her words, a tear trickled down her eyes.

There were loud gasps as soon as her words slipped into her mouth and reached many ears. Her words slowly crept to the ears of others causing a buzzing noise around.

Janet shuddered when she felt the tear. Lowering her head, she wiped her tears. Janet wasn't acting in the interrogation room as she had paled or trembled. Her eyes didn't fill up because she feared Alvin Matthews hurting her.

Her worry was her career and her family.

Nobody would blame her after knowing about Casper's agreement and Alvin keeping an eye on her. Would they?

She was a victim, wasn't she?

Victims aren't judged, are they?

Everyone would be compassionate with her, wouldn't they?

Her heart was racing. She knew she was doing wrong. But she can't go back now. She knew she had no place in the Collins family anymore. She should protect her small family, shouldn't she?

The questions that poured in went unheard by her. She felt her head buzzing with the noise, the car seemed too far. To silence the crowd, "Casper…" Her one word made the crowd go silent.

"I was young, ambitious, and clueless. Casper Matthews made a nondisclosure agreement. Alvin hates me for that." She whimpered her last words. She truly didn't want any of this to happen but she had no alternative.

….

In the Starlight,

The crowd was as stunned as the crowd at the police station. Wilson was more descriptive than Janet with his plan. He finally begged the reporters, "Please help us, help us get justice against Alvin Matthews and Anya Owen. He has money and she has connections. They would…"

Click… Click… Click…

Everyone turned to the door and saw a slender lady walking between eight burly guards and a handsome foreigner behind.

Wilson gazed into a pair of gray eyes that were terrifyingly cold. He swallowed hard, why was she there?

Shouldn't she approach him secretly to negotiate with him?

Did they find out the truth?

Then why weren't the cops there?

He opened his mouth to say something harsh but he frowned watching the eight guards make way for her to the front seat, right opposite him, and sent the reporters aside for her to look at him.

The reporter's jaws dropped watching the grandeur. She indeed looked like a spoiled wife of a rich husband.

Anya broke the silence, "Continue the show." Her chilly voice was loud enough to reach Wilson and others around.

Snapping out of their daze, a reporter ignored Wilson and asked Anya, "Mrs. Matthews, why are you here?"

Another one asked, "Are you going to negotiate with Mr. Wilson?"

Anya's eyes went to the man who asked the second question, "Do I look like a fool?"

"Anya Owen, stop playing games." Wilson roared, "Your husband will rot behind bars for his actions. How could he do that to his mother?"

Against his ire, Anya chuckled with dimples peeking through her cheeks. A mother? That world should feel warm and endearing but it sounds disgusting when addressed to Janet. Nevertheless, she held her cool. Wilson and Janet's lies were their destruction.

Before the reporters could find her cute, her face darkened and her tone dropped to freezing, "Mr. Wilson, before you started your game, you should have known about me well."

Crossing her legs, Anya leaned back comfortably and Rob instructed the crowd, "Take seats, everyone." His tone was sharp and controlling, "The press conference has just started."

The crowd was excited at the turn of events. Anya's words meant there was a complete turn of events. Willingly or unwillingly, everyone took a seat while Wilson looked around cluelessly.

"Nonsense." He hissed and turned to the door. He hadn't taken ten steps when CEO Jordan and Manger Claire stormed inside. A large group of Starlight guards rushed after them.

Wilson furrowed looking at the expressions of Jordan and Claire. The cold sweat started to wet his shirt. His expression started to change. His eyes started filling with terror.

Quickly another chair was added to the platform and microphones were arranged. Manager Claire stood behind Jordan and faced the crowd. They couldn't help but glance at Anya who met them and gave them a chance to clean up and lower the damage to the company.

"I'm here to reveal the truth." Jordan's voice earned silent gasps. He pointed at the man next to him and announced, "This man is nothing but full of lies. I'm ashamed to say my artist became prey to his disgusting plan and followed him."

"What the duck are you talking about?" Wilson snarled at Jordan. He was about to threaten, "Don't forget…" The starlight guards forcefully dragged him away from the microphone.

Jordan ignored Wilson and signaled Claire. Claire displayed a chip in her hand, "This is the dashboard camera storage card of the car that Mr. Wilson drove today. We retrieved it when Mr. Wilson reached the Starlight."

Claire glanced at Wilson and pitied the man. Anya was a top officer. When she could solve many cases and save so many people, why wouldn't she turn the world upside down to save her husband?

Wasn't Wilson just a fly stuck in Anya's hair?

Scheming against Anya? Claire snickered to herself. She had never in her life seen a person as vicious and ruthless as Anya.