Inheritance of Two Trillion Chapter 2465 - 1828: Situation Reversal
Previously on Inheritance of Two Trillion...
Cilio, naturally, wouldn't confess to something he hadn't done, but with numerous 'witnesses' leveling accusations, his position was quite precarious. His resistance and refusal to admit guilt only worsened matters. In his indignation, Cilio couldn't contain a roar in the courtroom, leading the judge to classify him as someone disrupting court order. His subjective points plummeted, and without any favorable evidence emerging, his situation truly risked becoming desperate.
Brown knitted his brows, fist clenched and placed on his knee, murmuring just two words: "Impulsive!"
Wen Yan remained seated, appearing unconcerned, as if merely awaiting the final verdict. He showed no worry regarding the circumstances before the judgment was passed. "When did Cilio start associating with these people, leaving behind so much evidence? Alas!"
Beside Brown, Tike appeared deeply troubled, regrettably pounding his leg, seemingly validating the witnesses' testimonies. Brown cast a brief glance at him without a word.
In reality, only three individuals within the entire African division possessed the capability to coordinate so many high-level officials from the group's African division for a single task: Brown, Cilio, and Tike. Cilio was the accused, and Brown, being his father, could not possibly condemn his own son to jail. The remaining person, Tike, was very likely orchestrating events from the shadows. Not to mention, he was deliberately speaking in this manner at this very moment.
However, even with suspicion cast upon him, there was no way to prove it currently, and it wouldn't assist Cilio, who was undergoing interrogation. Tike had, in fact, noticed Brown's sidelong glance but paid it no mind. What if the old man was suspicious? If he had the capability to publicly uncover evidence substantiating his suspicions, this was a courtroom, and evidence held sway. Tike smirked inwardly.
A moment ago, the reason for his careless words was precisely to place Cilio in a disadvantageous light before Wen Yan. Even if it might not have a significant impact, as long as it could solidify Wen Yan's already less-than-favorable impression of Cilio, that would suffice.
...The individuals who testified for Fiewood were led away one by one after their statements. Whether Cilio was guilty of professional misconduct or embezzlement was irrelevant to today's trial. The parade of witnesses merely served as corroboration. The judge's focus was on discerning any connection between Cilio and Fiewood, and whether Fiewood's obstruction of Bai Xiaosheng was linked to Cilio. This distinction was crucial for determining if Cilio's actions were impulsive, constituting an "impulsive crime," or a premeditated act of intentional harm, which would necessitate different sentences and punishments.
Within the courtroom, the next phase commenced. Fiewood was brought forward once more for a confrontation with Cilio. "Mr. Cilio mentioned to me long ago that Bai Xiaosheng would frequently target his father at the Zhenbei Group's headquarters. Upon arriving here, Bai Xiaosheng immediately used his authority to make things difficult for their father-son pairing. Mr. Cilio repeatedly expressed his desire to stage an attack to teach Bai Xiaosheng a lesson, or even to eliminate this trouble entirely. He even instructed me to arrange for someone to use force and 'send' Mr. Bai Xiaosheng home, provided he didn't die. He said he would personally appear at the scene, which would ironically help clear him of suspicion," Fiewood declared publicly, sparking immediate, shocked murmurs throughout the audience.
"You're spouting nonsense!" Cilio roared in fury, glaring at Fiewood, wishing he could lunge across and strike the self-righteous man framing him. This was a meticulously planned scheme, presented with a thin veneer of truth. Bai Xiaosheng watched Fiewood speak with composure, a calm smile playing on his lips.
"Order in the court!" The judge's gavel slammed down heavily. He frowned at Cilio before turning his attention to Fiewood, raising his voice. "Defendant, can you affirm the accuracy of your statements and are you willing to bear full responsibility?"
"Yes," Fiewood responded swiftly.
The judge continued, "Do you possess evidence to prove that Mr. Cilio indeed issued such instructions to you?"
"Do you have evidence?!" Cilio echoed indignantly.
"Mr. Cilio, please maintain silence. I have issued this warning for the fifth time. If you persist, I will take measures to have you removed from this courtroom. All proceedings and the trial will continue in your absence!" the judge declared sternly. This was more than a mere admonition. Cilio promptly silenced himself, though his eyes continued to burn with anger towards Fiewood.
A smug smile played on Fiewood's lips as he projected his voice, stating, "Esteemed judge, when Mr. Cilio and I conferred, we intentionally avoided using our personal mobile devices. This precaution was taken to prevent any direct traceability between us. Consequently, we utilized the phones belonging to our subordinates for our communications." This explanation appeared reasonably plausible. A slight twitch disturbed the corner of Bai Xiaosheng's mouth. It struck him that, within such a limited timeframe, meticulous preparations had evidently been made. Or perhaps, it wasn't a hasty last-minute scheme, but rather, pre-existing plans had aligned perfectly with current circumstances, being leveraged at this opportune moment. Wen Yan observed the unfolding situation with keen interest, while Brown maintained an impassive demeanor. "I'm curious if any evidence will surface, and whether it will further complicate Mr. Cilio's predicament," Tike mused aloud. These words might have been directed at Wen Yan, or possibly intended to needle Brown. However, neither of the two individuals betrayed any discernible reaction. "Do you possess evidence, Mr. Fiewood?" the judge inquired directly. Cilio shot a furious glare at Fiewood, his expression leaving no room for doubt— Even if they communicated through others' phones, records must exist; prove it if you dare! "Indeed, we do!" Fiewood proclaimed triumphantly.