Chapter 949:
Determined to expose the truth, the President ordered that the Everswell proceedings be broadcast live across all social media platforms, allowing every citizen to examine for themselves any potential connection to Brad.
The announcement ignited a storm of outrage and speculation online, spreading like wildfire through every channel and forum.
Standing by the window, the President stared at his faint reflection in the darkened glass and murmured under his breath, “Will this really work?”
Brad stood a few paces away, upright and unyielding, his eyes cold with resolve. “Then tell me—who do you trust to oversee this trial?”
For a long moment, the President said nothing. Then a hollow, sardonic laugh slipped from him. “This will go down as the most scandalous public trial in all of Eshea’s history.”
He turned toward Brad, his tone soft but heavy with fatigue. “It’s the only path left to clear your name.”
A deep sigh escaped him before he continued. “The nation is tearing itself apart with internal strife. Spies are hidden in every shadow. Without your strength, I can barely move. Brad, this ordeal has tormented us both. You’ve survived more assassination attempts than anyone should—all because of your loyalty to me.” His voice dropped to a near whisper. “And yet, you remain the only one I can trust.”
Brad lowered his gaze, his expression somber. “This burden isn’t yours alone. It’s one we both must bear.”
Just as Brad turned to leave, the President added another revelation. “My intelligence unit is monitoring the proceedings in South Verdania. Word is, the heiress of the Havenridge Group is in attendance.”
Brad stopped, his steps faltering slightly. “And what of it?”
“Havenridge is a mystery,” the President replied, his eyes narrowing in thought. “I don’t fully understand what ties exist between you and that family, but I suspect the truth is far from simple. Stay vigilant.”
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Brad gave a brief nod. “Understood.”
The announcement of the Everswell trial’s nationwide livestream sent shockwaves through the public, igniting fierce debate across every channel.
Representatives from the Judicial Institute confronted the President in person, their outrage barely contained. “You are undermining the very foundation of our national judicial system,” one of them declared heatedly. “You’re letting uninformed, rumor-chasing citizens pass judgment on a matter tied to national security! How could they possibly grasp the gravity of this case? The notion itself is absurd—utterly unacceptable!”
Carter stepped forward, his voice firm but measured. “I understand how deeply you trust Brad, but this time you’ve overstepped your bounds. The cabinet holds the authority to act decisively against you if necessary.”
His words carried a veiled threat—a reminder that the President’s decision could still be overturned.
Despite the growing opposition, the President remained unwavering. “I will not retract what has already been decreed,” he said steadily. “If any unforeseen repercussions arise, I am fully prepared to stand before the judiciary and bear responsibility.”
Carter’s hands clenched at his sides, his face darkening as a flicker of turmoil crossed his eyes.
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