Linford took a deep breath, “Fine! But I don’t think you can hide this for three weeks.”

“Why?” Charles looked confused, “You think the pressure from the public is too high? You know we can ensure...”

“No,” Linford cut his words. He went to the minibar and poured himself a glass of whiskey, “I will make sure my PR shuts up, but that person who plotted all this is not under my control. He would probably try to release the news to fuck up my reputation. I would take this chance if I were him.”

“You think someone plotted this?” Charles went pale, “He wouldn’t have known that the murderer...