"Xiao Lei, do you have anything left to say!"
Everything was already decided.
Even if Xiao Lei adamantly refused to admit it, with so much evidence laid out before him, the truth was crystal clear.
Xiao Lei lowered his head, his gaze unfocused, appearing utterly defeated, muttering under his breath, "Fake, it's all fake, all your evidence is fake…"
In the quiet meeting room, Xiao Lei's stubborn and dogged denial rang out sharply and clearly.
But this weak attempt at deceit only served to stoke the anger of everyone present.
Except for Mo Shangjun, everyone's eyes were fixed on him.
Their gazes were blunt and unrelenting—a confirmation of Xiao Lei's guilt. Their minds had long reached a verdict, regardless of how many words of rebuttal Xiao Lei tried to muster; they were utterly futile.
They were calm, yet furious.
If Xiao Lei had been even a bit more clever, had this matter not been handled promptly, who knows how far it might have spiraled?
