Chapter 67
Chapter 67:
In the cramped confines of the president’s office, the crowd’s rage ignited, their shouts and curses echoing off the walls incessantly. Ashton remained unfazed, his gaze fixed on the girl with a sly, almost taunting smile.
A trace of panic flickered across her face upon catching his probing stare. Yet, realizing the crowd was on her side, she understood Ashton’s threats were empty. She feigned vulnerability, her eyes welling up, which nearly drove the parents in the office to the brink of fury. Acting on impulse, they converged on Ashton, intent on holding him back.
But Ashton was not one to be cornered easily. With nimble movements, he sidestepped their grasps, sending them crashing into one another.
Red-faced and disheveled, one of them erupted, “You despicable coward, how dare you resist p>
Ashton merely gave a helpless shrug in response. “But have you considered the possibility that she’s not being truthful? She accuses me of attempted assault and extortion, yet she has no evidence to support her claims. There are no photographs, no messages. Couldn’t she at least produce some bank records? Has she shown anything like that p>
Ashton’s reasoning was sound, yet it fell on deaf ears. Once the public’s anger is ignited, reason often becomes obscured. No one seemed willing to give credence to Ashton’s side of the story; they had already labeled him a fabricator.
The girl’s father responded sharply, “I believe my daughter. Why should I believe you instead? Do you really think she would tarnish her own name just to falsely accuse you p>
As the parents clung stubbornly to their disbelief, Ashton let out a weary sigh. Observing Ashton’s nimble movements, the parents signaled for more people to gather in the president’s office.
A voice from the crowd declared, “This fool won’t see reason. Let’s teach him a lesson p>
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Encouraged by the call to action, several individuals began cracking their knuckles and moving menacingly toward Ashton. Tensions were on the verge of escalating when a commanding male voice resonated from the doorway.
At once, every head turned toward the sound, spotting Ivan striding into the office. In Inewood, Ivan was a celebrity, his reputation known in every household. Esteemed as one of the nation’s premier music maestros, his peers were few.
His forceful intervention immediately brought a halt to the brewing conflict. The girl’s father, who was aware of Ashton’s ties to Ivan but wary of his presence, lowered his voice and inquired, “Mr. Stewart, what brings you here p>
Ivan, cutting him off with a dismissive snort, asserted, “Ashton has been under my roof these past few days. He hasn’t left my home. How could he possibly be involved in these accusations p>
With Ivan’s staunch defense, the agitated crowd began to simmer down, swayed by the maestro’s credibility. Public opinion, once steadfast, began to waver.
The tension in the room eased, and people started reassessing the situation, lending a more attentive ear to Ashton’s claims. Was it possible that Ashton was indeed innocent? And if so, what really was the truth behind the turmoil?