Chapter 117 Can Money Resolve Everything?

• The 1.83-meter young man walked toward them from the other end of the hallway; his young immature face adopted an inexplicably steady aura of a middle-aged man, causing the crowd to automatically give way to him.
• Courtney was momentarily stunned before returning to her senses. She then stopped him and asked in a small voice, “Why are you here?”
• Oliver cast a glance to comfort her before patting the back of her hand. “I’m here to watch the show of a culprit accusing the innocent of a sin that was committed by herself—I wonder why you insisted on accusing a young lady of stealing. Miss Clark, if this incident is exposed to the media, I think the entertainment industry will no longer welcome you in the future.”