The Queen They Buried

Chapter 377

Bree Technology put out a statement. They were holding a press conference to talk about the whole GrabCheap

selling shoddy goods mess.

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This was the first tsince the GrabCheap scandal broke out that Bree Technology was stepping up to face the

press directly.

In an instant, every reporter who'd been eyeing this story went absolutely nuts. If they could land an exclusive

scoop, that meant money in the bank.

At the moment, the two hottest stories around were Bree Technology and the latest rumors swirling about Trevor.

Compared to the entertainment gossip that was just a bit of fun, the Bree Technology scandal-where actual lives

were at stake -was way more attention-grabbing.

To make things even juicier, Aubree, Bree Technology's biggest shareholder and chairwoman, just happened to

be Trevor's

sister.

So even if the reporters couldn’t get the inside scoop on GrabCheap, digging for dirt on Trevor was still a scoop

worth cashing

in on.

Before Quantavius’s people could even act, they got invitations from Bree Technology to attend the press

conference.

When Quantavius heard the news, he burst out laughing. “Does Aubree really think she’s all that? Does she see

herself as skind of savior now?”

He thought, ‘Inviting the very people I've already bought off? She must have a death wish.

“If Aubree’s so eager to dig her own grave, who am | to stop her?” Quantavius sneered. Not only did he let those

people accept the invitation, but he also planned to show up to see what kind of spectacle Aubree thought she

could pull off.

He was genuinely curious to see what tricks this so-called young startup genius had up her sleeve.

With everyone eager to see the unfold, Bree Technology's press conference was packed to the rafters. All

the major media outlets in Stdlichen Strand showed up, and even the smaller ones that didn’t get an invite were

scrambling for any way to sneak inside.

Aubree had booked the biggest hotel in Sidlichen Strand, but even that wasn’t enough. There wasn’t a single

empty seat, and there was barely any room to stand.

When the hotel doors swung open, camera flashes exploded everywhere, lighting up the entire venue brighter

than a summer sunrise-the overhead lights were completely drowned out.

The bodyguard opened the car door, and Aubree led the way. She wore a dark red coat and knee-high boots, her

face lightly made up. She might have only been a little over five feet four, but she carried herself with the

presence of someone twice her height.

Birgitte followed close behind, dressed in a sharp business suit and high heels, her aura every bit as

commanding as Aubree’s.

Vincent Sloan, suited up and wearing glasses, walked on the other side. Unlike the two women’s sharp presence,

he wore a sly, fox-like smile.

A group of top executives trailed behind them.

The people closest to the aisle weren't the reporters with their cameras, but a group of “victims” dressed in

mourning clothes. Every single one of them had a mourning band tied around their head, their tear-filled eyes

locked on Aubree as she walked

past.

They'd even brought a stretcher, draped with a white sheet. Anyone could tell at a glance that there was a body

underneath.

One of them said, “Aubree, you heartless witch!”

Another said, “Giveback my loved one’s life!”

Someone else said, “Why don’t you just die already?”

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Aubree’s face didn’t even twitch. She suddenly turned back to them with a smile. “I'm alive and kicking. Why

should | be the one to die?

“Don’t go dumping all your dirt on me. Are you seriously tellingyou don’t know how this person died?

“Even if you really don’t remember, that’s fine. I'll help jog your memory in a bit.”

She was totally fearless, acting like she had nothing to worry about at all.

The reporters exchanged confused glances. They'd all assured Aubree was holding this press conference to make

a public apology and do sdamage control, but from the looks of it, that wasn’t the case at all.

The one who was yelling the loudest froze when Aubree locked eyes with her. She forgot to cry, tears brimming

in her eyes, a flicker of guilt flashing across her face before she quickly put on that mask of resentment again.

She spat, “My brother was killed by you, you cold-hearted woman.

“If it weren't for your platform, where you only care about making money and don’t give a damn about product

quality, my brother wouldn't have eaten that tainted stuff and lost his life.

We're just poor folks, working our fingers to the bone, thinking maybe skind-hearted soul would finally

notice us. Who knew you were just a heartless woman, even eyeing the few pennies we have left in our

pockets!”

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