Lionel stiffened in his place, a frown flaring up on his brow. "What are you talking about? What incident? Which night?" he fretted.
"The night you went down on your knees in front of your daughter. I saw her slap you. Then those guards beat the paparazzi cameraman mercilessly. I saw it all."
Lionel jumped to his feet, his face turning dark. "Who are you? A spy? You lied about being a Wilson and Co. business delegate! Do you know I can throw you in jail?"
Earl also rose from his seat. He was still calm, but his tone had turned colder. "You are wrong. I will send her to jail for killing my ex-wife, Amber Wilson."
Lionel's heart shook as soon as he heard the surname Wilson. Cold sweat began to form on his brow. However, he soon collected his thoughts and resumed his stern demeanor.
"What nonsense are you spouting?" he snarled. "Are you drunk? Amber Wilson took her own life. She was not murdered."
