Chapter 937:
Beside her, Deandre wore a tailored charcoal-gray suit over a pale shirt, his collar left undone with deliberate ease. His tall frame and steady presence radiated quiet dominance. The restraints on his wrists looked less like a burden and more like an accessory.
Imposing and flawlessly built, he moved with calm authority that drew every gaze. Even with his wrists bound in handcuffs, he seemed utterly composed, as if the metal cuffs were mere ornaments rather than symbols of confinement.
They advanced side by side, their measured steps poised and elegant—more like a runway walk than an approach to the courtroom.
“My goodness… no wonder they’re heirs to Eshea’s richest family,” a female reporter whispered, her voice tinged with awe.
Beside her, the photographer snapped shot after shot, muttering in agreement, “It’s like watching a high-end fashion campaign.”
Their immaculate appearance and unflinching calm—framed by the storm of cameras and accusations swirling around them—created a scene impossible to forget.
Within minutes, the photos and clips—soon dubbed the “courtroom fashion moment”—spread like wildfire across the global internet.
The Sweetberry emblem stitched neatly on the right side of their tailored jackets gleamed under the flashes, sparking a frenzy of online searches that quickly overwhelmed the Sweetberry site and brought it crashing down.
Following the Owen siblings’ trial updates closely, Melany finally understood why Rylie had insisted on designing her own outfit and maintaining such meticulous poise—just as a message from the company’s headquarters in Eshea appeared on her screen.
The entire Sweetberry team was left in awe of Rylie’s sharp business instincts.
Alyssa observed thoughtfully, “She’s clearly born for the business world. I’ve never seen anyone seize every opening and turn it into such a perfect commercial advantage.”
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Several others agreed, their voices laced with admiration. “And she did it in such an unexpected way—she’s pushed Sweetberry’s reach overseas overnight. The factory’s going to be buried under a mountain of new orders.”
Melany spoke under her breath, her tone half awe, half certainty. “What could top a hero’s endorsement for publicity? They’re going to win this case too.”
Among the group of wealthy heirs—each still recovering from their injuries—not a single one appeared in court, except Samson, who arrived last.
As he stepped out of the car, the weight of flashing cameras and piercing stares pressed down on him. Even behind the barricades, questions flew at him—relentless and sharp.
“Was your child really hurt by Rylie?”
“Did you make it up?”
“Standing with those killers will stain your child’s name forever!”
The words cut like knives. Samson’s face went ashen, his lips draining of color as the bailiff guided him toward the courtroom. His unease was written plainly across his features.
Inside the solemn courtroom, the air was thick with tension.
The judge sat with quiet authority. The jury’s expressions were taut with focus. In the packed gallery, every pair of eyes stayed locked on the confrontation unfolding at the center of it all.
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