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Chapter 165:
“Now that you know what’s going on with the Stewart Group, Grandpa, do you honestly believe you can handle those people if I’m not around?” Wyatt said.
For a long moment, Conroy kept quiet. Meanwhile, Wyatt, as unfazed as ever, turned to Davin. “Announce a press conference under the Stewart Group’s name. Invite every media outlet in Kretol p>
At that, Conroy couldn’t help but ask, “What exactly are you trying to do?” The moment the words left him, he shot Wyatt a wary glance, unsettled by how quickly things were spinning out of his control.
Wyatt caught his look and answered in an even voice, “You have nothing to be anxious about. I’m calling this press conference for one reason—to resolve the issue this time p>
He rose from his seat then and walked out, leaving the room in silence. Without hesitating, Erik offered Conroy a nod before hurrying after Wyatt.
“Conroy, I p>
“Get out!” Conroy snapped before Julius could finish, a storm of anger brewing in his eyes.
When only Conroy remained in the room, Doug walked in. Conroy caught the faint footsteps and asked with a sigh, “Did I make a mistake p>
𝗧𝗁e 𝗯𝗲𝘴𝘵 𝗋𝖾vі𝗲𝘄ѕ 𝗼n
“You wanted the best for the Stewarts, and anyone can see that. What slipped your mind was that Wyatt isn’t that little boy anymore,” Doug replied.
At Hillside Villa.
Amelia’s gaze wandered across the table stacked high with gifts, happiness shining in her eyes. Earlier, Della had carried in these presents, her shoulders finally relaxing after learning that Amelia’s wounds were not serious. Pausing at the door before heading out, Della urged Amelia not to worry, promising that Wyatt would definitely solve everything.
Right when Amelia reached for her phone to check on Wyatt, Carlee’s call came.
“Amelia! Go check the group chat, right away!” Carlee shouted, her voice sparkling with excitement.
A fresh message waited in their private chat—a link to a video.
With a tap, Amelia watched as Wyatt appeared at a press conference. There he was, sitting on a glossy black leather sofa, surrounded by a flood of reporters from every media house in Kretol.
“Mr. Stewart, is it true that you and Miss Flynn are husband and wife now p>
“Why did you decide to marry someone who was dumped publicly, Mr. Stewart p>
“Did her appearance win you over, Mr. Stewart p>
The questions kept coming, sharp as ever. However, nothing outmatched the steel in Wyatt’s gaze. Meeting his eyes, the more aggressive reporters lost their nerve and fell silent. Wyatt stayed calm, waiting patiently until the questions dried up before glancing at Davin.
A microphone soon appeared in front of him. Flashes from cameras flickered across the room.
“Everyone wants to know about my marriage, so let me address it clearly.” Wyatt spoke with a calm that carried weight, his tone every bit the leader as he recounted how Amelia had once saved his life, how he had proposed in front of her family, and how the Morrisons had humiliated her.
While he explained, Wyatt quietly signaled Davin, who began distributing documentation to the press. The reporters were shocked.
Wyatt continued, “My wife has never wronged the Morrisons. If anything, they wronged her. That engagement ended for a reason, and it was justified. When it comes to our marriage, I’ll say it plainly—I was the one chasing after her. The first time I saw her, I knew I wanted to marry her. If anyone was doing the seducing, it was probably me p>
The last remark drew a round of laughter from the crowd.
“I’m willing to let go of the rumors and lies from before. But from today, anyone who dares spread slander about my wife will be hearing from my company’s legal team. In addition, I’ve personally prepared a hundred million in a giveaway event where people can win money. Anyone can participate by sending well-wishes, sharing in our celebration p>
Finishing his announcement, Wyatt watched as Davin placed a huge QR code on the table and began explaining how to join the giveaway. All it took was a quick scan and a comment. Phones shot up across the room as everyone scrambled to scan the code.
Back at Hillside Villa, Carlee could hardly sit still. “Amelia, ask Mr. Stewart to drop that QR code in our group chat! I want to try for a prize, too p>
Now, there was no one in Kretol unaware of how Wyatt had fallen head over heels for Amelia and made her his wife. Every person who had once spoken against Amelia quickly changed sides. The reason was simple—no one wanted trouble from the Stewart Group’s formidable lawyers. Given the choice between facing a lawsuit or winning cash, everyone opted for a kind word and a shot at the prizes.
Overnight, Wyatt’s bold declaration turned Amelia into the most envied woman around. Social media overflowed with congratulations for the couple, and the Stewart Group’s stock soared as the public warmed to Wyatt’s genuine, approachable image.