Chapter 794

The voice came from a wiry man in a baseball cap who blended in with the locals.

Though he appeared ordinary at first glance, his demeanor stood out sharply from the well-mannered journalists.

Evelyn Sinclair's gaze flickered as she whispered to Bennett, "Find that man and detain him. Then hand him over to the authorities." That wasn't a reporter. More likely a troublemaker sent by Lawrence Sinclair. Bennett hesitated.

"But if I leave you here—" She'd be unprotected. Evelyn pressed her lips together. "I'll be fine. No one will notice me. Just make it quick." They'd prepared for many scenarios, but hadn't anticipated someone infiltrating the press pool. Bennett nodded and moved swiftly.

In this charged atmosphere, calling for backup would only draw attention. "Tell us! How much did they pay you to betray your husband?" The baseball cap man kept shouting, riling up the crowd. The widow on stage clearly hadn't expected this.

She'd only agreed to speak after countless people convinced her it was the right move—for her daughter's sake, sacrificing her own reputation. Faced with such public accusation, she froze. The situation escalated within seconds.

The agitator must have had accomplices. Other voices in the crowd began echoing his taunts. Evelyn's brow furrowed as she scanned the reporters. Then—without warning—the man hurled a water bottle at the widow. "Were you in on it? Answer us!"

Chaos erupted instantly. Evelyn's expression darkened. Before she could react, someone shouted, "Evelyn Sinclair's right there! Let's get answers from her!"

Trapped in her wheelchair, Evelyn couldn't dodge the bottle flying toward her face. 'Damn it! Shouldn't have sent Bennett away!' she thought, bracing for impact. 'Sandford must be cursed!'

At the last possible moment, a dark figure blocked her view. The bottle struck his back before clattering to the ground.

All eyes turned to the man shielding Evelyn. The room fell silent. She looked up into Nathan Blackwood's face, shock evident in her features. 'What's Nathan doing here?' He wore an onyx dress shirt, its hem casually tucked into black trousers.

The diamonds on his cuffs glinted coldly. Towering and imposing, his dark eyes held glacial intensity beneath thick lashes—like staring into an abyss. The very image of aristocratic severity.

Evelyn opened her mouth to speak, but Nathan turned away first. His voice cut through the room like winter wind. "Bring them in."

Three figures entered—two middle-aged women and a young girl, their eyes red-rimmed. They glared at the widow with barely contained fury before pointing accusingly at the baseball cap man.

"That's Lawrence Sinclair's brother-in-law! He's the one who bribed the murderer to sabotage the construction site! He paid us hush money—820,000 to stay quiet! We recognize him!" The accusation landed like a detonation, sending shockwaves through the crowd.